If allowed only one word to describe myself, it’d be 'brown'. Not a smooth creamy chocolate brown. No, it'd be a gray, dusty brown. A brown you can trust with a secret. One that’d hold your wallet in a fight. A brown that'll be there when the world has passed on to bigger things, and sit with you while you figure out what the hell you're gonna do next. There are a lot of browns in this world. Some beautiful and some, not so much. I'm a relaxed kind of brown. A brown that'll never let you down.