Your Blogger Faces An Identity Crisis

Today I accepted a job in California. My mother will not be coming with me.

There comes a time when a sensitive young man of 27 must face the harsh realities of taking personal responsibility for his life. There is a season where every fear plagued boy must strap on his size 12 boots and make his own way in the world. There is a time when a man must give up his GI Joe's and start his own collection of R-rated War Movies away from the steadying hand of his parental guidances.

Yes, dear readers, this is such a time.

February 2nd is such a day.

Madera, California is such a place.

Mark Jarrod Bigger will be working as the defender of underprivileged misguided individuals who like the wild stallion only wish to be free. He will do his best to guard them against the cruel, terrible cowboys that ride with spur and bit, who fence, corral and rope, just for smoking dope.

My calling lies before me. A new MJBigger arises from the ashes of Oregon Political Junkie Mark to avenge all wrongs.

And for only the second year in his life, Mark J. Bigger, Esquire will be living in a land that is not almost perpetually flowing on the gift of rain clouds, but instead is soaking in the sun of the sunny dispositioned.

Later. . .