A glass of wine... Or tequila.

So after one god-awful trip to hell and a complete fracture of my old mind, I'm still alive. You know what that means? Attempting to write a story, and burning the eyes of those who witness such!

I'm really not in good condition still, and have had only my fighting classes and training to keep me busy, so every once in a while when I have time I'll have some wine and try to slap some words together in a hope for the best. Really, I just want to become a better writer, given that I enjoy stories and telling them so much. Anyways, Ill probably either try to re-make "The Alchemist" from a point where it still had a notion of sound structure, or just scrap it entirely. I still want to create feels similar to such, and I've redone a bit of my wording and atmospheric play, but still need quite a lot of help.

Actually, I do believe that this was one of my first stories to begin with, so I'm still no good, and need practice. Anyways, thanks to any of you who have bothered to read this, or anything else I've written!

-Hummingbirds