I did it, I started a blog. How unoriginal. It's funny how something that started out as an indie pseudo channel of self expression, blew up to be just another social networking craze that every wannabe emo self- confessing techno junkie just had to do. I therefore vow to commit my blog to material of authentic nature that is indispensable & seemingly impossible to find elsewhere. No pressure. The title Dear Deece, is yes, addressed to myself. I love myself and I want you to know. That's not even funny, see how I'm failing already! The self title acts as a personal memoir to my crippled, uncertain & aspiring journey. Although the posts are directed at the followers, the underlying message of each is in essence a note to self.
I don't profess to be a Guru of Master Intellect, nor a mentor to Rico the Clown. I reserve this space for humane encounters that inexplicably derive from the one thing we all have in common...Life & Not a Clue!
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