first step

okay, shall we?

took me long enough. never really felt the need to but it seems interesting enough to miss a beer or two at the local bar for. this blogging. like now. it's 11:30 in the evening and five minutes from the lovely bartenders down at the beach. yes, the beach. i live on a small island, you see. the girls must be wondering if i'll make it to tonight's last call. blogging better be good.

thing is, i don't even know what to tell you. who are YOU anyway? and why would i even let you in on what are potentially intimate and sacred thoughts? wait. am i just to pretend i'm talking to myself? is this a venue to bitch and babble and then decide at the end wether to post or to keep? who would want to listen to what i have to say anyway? who would even find me? perhaps i would do good to just put it all out there and leave things to the powers that be. yesiree. let's do that. if i start to make any sense, it would be simply because the beer was kept in the fridge. a scary thought for a guy like me. making sense i mean. beer that stays in the fridge is just too much to handle. would be pure horror.

i'll talk and you listen. i'll write and you read. fair enough?

okay, guys. so it shall begin. and so it has begun. kokopelli's journey i hope whould make for a long series of enlightening, stimulating, and sometimes pointless encounters with my mind. it took me long enough, one hour to be exact, to write this little. it's an island thing, i guess.

wait. there's beer waiting at the beach. priorities.

not bad for a first step, i hope.