It would be too simple to say this book is comprised of thousands of tiny pieces of me. Too simple to say it is filled with my memories, dreams and nightmares. Too simple to say it is the culmination of 23 years of racing thoughts gnawing at me, begging to be written down. In fact, it's too simple to say this is a book. Because, in the process of piecing this all together, this book became so much more than just a patchwork quilt of parts of me. It became a little soul of its own.