dont know what is gone, till you've got it.

somewhere between escaping a third world country, and moving to the states.. we lived in athens, greece.

i remember this one time we went to a carnival, and i did the whole "shoot a water pistol into the clown's mouth" shabang.

i was four.

i think either my brother and i won the lowest prize on the wall.

it was this lil white rectangular pillow thing.. stuffed with rice.. and it had a face on it.. like just screened on in black ... a regular face.. much like :-).

regardless.. i was so obsessed with my rice face rectangle.. i took it everywhere for like a week.

21 years later, i'm livin in materialism.

huh.

mabes i need to take more trips down memory lane.