Introduction...So far.

here's what I have so far as the Introduction of the novel that I'm writing. I leave Olympia in a couple of hours to embark on a journey that has really has no end.

"The horrid mist rose suddenly over the sunset, myriad adventures seemingly lost in a white wash of dirty days. Estes sat on the back porch of his parents small delapitating humble abode, pondering his next move.
"What's next?" he asks outloud, not really directed towards anyone. A banjo is strapped to his thin wirey frame, a smirk plastered across his face lets the camera know of his general nature. Though he has no ida of the ancient banjo traditional songs, his soul is in it, just as it is in his paintings.

Growing up in a house of love and good food worked to the advantage of Estes, being that he learned the significance of human interaction through the sharing of food. His mother an optimistic catylyst for his entirety; a wonderful woman with unrelentless belief in all of her children. Jane is a master of many things: puppets, pickiling, pie making, money management, and looking on the bright side of life. She grew up in a house of cooperation and brotherly mayham just as her three sons have come to understand present day reality.

Estes's father drinks too much whisky with a firey breath that accompanies his pyromania, most of the times kept at bay by oral fixations. A chimney with the woodworking skills of a fine artiesan. Times are rememberd by his close friends of flaming chirstmas trees that surround nelson like a buring aura, or of his wizard staff that blows fireballs high up into the wide open Texas skys.

Growing up on the east side of Austin gave Estes a daily dose of urban reality. No white picket fences with fancy cars, but instead-- tricked out gallopies that rattle house windows with deep bass as they drive by. Riding trykes down the front hill of our estate, on track to catch lizards and pretend there is nothing else. Estes learned a great deal from the kids growing up around him. In fact he even learned to put ice inside his bubble gum.

His two brothers sandwich him in their wisdom, being that Estes had the chance to be a middle child. Never being the first or last one seemed to teach him patience and preserverence, something that was then passed onto his younger brother Russel. Russel is plastered in freckles, like he was born behind a cow in the field. This was only partially true, being that Estes and all of his siblings were born at home-- on the mattress that his parents slept on for a good 15 years after their first child Levi."