My life has been one extensive journey into the black holes that make up the very crossroads of my proud America The Beautiful. Sampling this, trying that, but never being able to settle, on either a location or an occupation. But when asked at age 5 what I wanted to be when I grew up, it’s not like I came back with “drug dealer”, ” con man”, “13 credit cards and none of them mine.” I might have even said that I wanted to be a friendly and helpful police officer, you know, a pig. But never would I have believed the trip I was about to embark on.