My teenage years were a little different. I was in the middle of nature, and I fished for trout. When I went home, I listened to music, made fishing tackle, and played guitar. At other times, I rode my motorcycle, seeking out unfamiliar places and new landscapes, and I kept on riding the wind. Last summer, in an effort to turn my past experience of being called a freak and being bullied into strength, I picked up a pen in my right hand and be-gan to draw pictures, and I was completely hooked. This is my standard. Aiming for a new world that can be seen beyond suffering.