Ok.  This is one of the hardest things I will ever have to write.  As you all pretty much know, I am leaving Tulsa and moving to Dallas.  I know.  It sucks.  But I think it's time for me to leave.  I have had the best moments of my life here.  I have partied in the TCC alley (drunk or high off my ass), seen the meaning of beauty as the sun broke on a new day at the center of the unverse.  Conceived of poems, songs and sutras too beautiful for any human language.  I have hosted a hopping open mic.  I have graphiti bombed the first baptist church with the words "fight homophobia".  I have read poetry at 5th and boston at 4 a.m. for no one but myself and the time worn brick.  I have seen the killing feilds on a sunday morning in the rain.  I found my creative center in the alley between caz's and lola's, and subsequently found my definition of the enigmatic in the rough hewn bare bulbglow of the stairs to the apartments above.  I've had friends kill themselves (R.I.P. Matt).  I've felt the cathartic rush of frantic scribble as words poured out like spilt booze.  I am tulsa.  Not in a self agrandizing sense.  In the sense that I am composed of a solidly Tulsan soul.  I could be nothing more or less than Tulsa.  And I will carry that Fuck You, DIY, artpunk mentality with me forever.  I'm not leaving Tulsa.  I'm carrying Tulsa with me in my heart and in my soul.  The world will see Tulsa in me.  And beleive me they will recognize!
  Now I would like to remember friends past and present (in no particular order): Don, T.C., Dalton, Katie, Cap'n, Cherri, Captain Chambers, Ulysses, Shane, Ryan, Sally, Erica, Sean, Miranda, Owen, Chris Mantle, Aaron, Clay, Julie, Jewlie, Mandii, Jamie, Bradley, Sarah Sykes, Sarah Moore, Allan Winetraub, Patrick Reno, Jimmy Carter, Brandon Green, Katie Mentzle, Blake, Bob & Crystal, Dustin King, Matthew Truelove, Kristi Wyatt, Tony Quinn, Tracy Smart, Melanie, Maggie,  Andrew Douglas Franklin, Badger, GRANT!, Mad, Sarah, Olivia, Eric, Joe Cameron, Morgan Finnly, Theo and Jeremy, Jeffrey and Greg Rusty and Colleen, Jimmy and bev, Chelsea, Scotty, Jessica, Madaline, Little Joe, T-wolf, Mo Croi, Bruce and all of my high school hommies that I have not kept in touch with.  I know that I have forgoten someone who I could not live without.  To those presons I have left out, I love you as well, and I am sorry for the omition.
  It's time for me to move on.  I will visit often, no doubt.  I'm not finding another home.  I already have a home.  Now it's time to take on the rest of the world.