I got in contact with Brandall on February 26th, 2011. I saw his ad on a flyer and, somehow, I decided to cross the line.
I had been looking for somebody like Bran for almost two months until our paths crossed by chance.
Brandall was my guru, and would soon become my friend.
We worked together for nearly eight months. Brandall taught me a few lessons I'll never be able to forget. He left and indelible mark upon me.
And this is only the beginning of the story...


2.22.2012

Why Martes

Why Martes?, I kept asking myself. Why Martes, when everybody can be found where they're yet supposed to be.

Why Martes, unlike first-things-first.

Why Martes, Ray Bradbury would love it - but.

Why Martes, no Mares or Seven Seas radios or nothing...

Why Martes, green cups unreal.

Why Martes, so warlike.

Why Martes, why fire, why a guy chained to a risk.

Why Martes, no wings on my heels, can't actually run anymore (there was a time I thought I could.)

Why Martes - sounds so weird, anyway. Point of correstion - it doesn't. Okay, okay.

Martes.

Let it be.

Phew!



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