It is within this spirit, that I wrote this book. A “fitting” description of my writing moments served as the template. The mood of the day crafted the puzzle piece’s design. The book was written in piecemeal purposely instead of sequentially; based upon how I felt. The result was a story written in light of emotion fitting for the subject at hand, a frame of mind resembling that moment in my history. Light hearted moments in the book were crafted on healthful days. Those were the days filled with optimism and promise; a tempo and bravado reflected in the writing. Most of those moments paint the story directly, devoid of analogous overtones. It was also easy to translate those days into periods of the book written with confident anger. Rants that spun off in seemingly awkward moments employed aggression awash in a moment of analogous tangential continuum. Some of the descriptors in dark sections actually strung out like moments of manic rapid speech sheathed in a depressing husk. The bulk of the dark portions were written in days where just breaking through the daylight was an effort. Thick in the goo of gaunt optimism, like a bleak image pasted over top the gray back cardboard before the puzzled pieces were stamped. In post production the misshaped pieces were piled and scattered in a heap. The days of down drip with creative thoughts that was captured on any and every medium available at the time. There was my notepad on my cell phone, post-it notes, napkins, feeble memory and on more than one occasion voicemail to my home phone. Purposeful imagery was employed during depressive portions in the hopes that the reader grasped the emotional gravity I experienced. Eventually, all of these fits of phraseology made their way into my computer. A file dedicated to my thoughts which house poetry, paragraphs and fragmented sentences. The tapestry of incubated metaphors and analogies lay unclaimed. A minefield of mindlessness, a hieroglyph of hell, and cyber scrawl of salvation was thrown into one place I called Rants and Raves. Once used I colored the font blue, if unused, it remained black. Thoughts and concepts unorganized strewn upon a hard drive is a lot like a puzzle. It looked a lot like tiny pieces of everything.