Keeper of the pipe. Me. 2002. All I had was shifting away from me. The ship was sinking. I was riding the train to the bus to Los Gatos. Trying to keep my chin up. Hanging at the cigar store. Doing drawings for free marketing ideas.... hearing feedback about my reality from folks who were also on sinking ships. Knowing full well that I was learning, first hand, what it means to live in the land of greed unchecked. Hearing about all the old folks losing their nest eggs to Enron's devious few. Remebering that folks actually insisted that I meet with them for consultation towards my first video deal, while the planes were hitting the towers live on tv. wondering what kind of people insist that their world could be so important, whil eI told them my world includes praying for those folks in the burning buildings. thanking myself that I might lose my studio-office, under such circumstances... but proud that I hadn't saved myself by helping folks who cared solittle while our world changed forever. Noticing now, that I thought I was going to survive those times intact.... Realizing I lost a lot, but the part that remains is far deeper.... and far more true. Silly Kone Valley. Oh, you did a number on me! I was so at your mercy, I was left standing while the imposters ran free! And now, 3 years later... and I almsot stand once again... only to be sideswiped by another former friend. Yeah buddy!