this sketchbook was a gift to me from karen smyth for christmas of 2002. i wrote in this while living with the smyths while karen was living in newyork and alot of it was writen while on planes or busses going to and from albany and boston and new jersey. this is how i passed my time so i wouldn't be preoccupied with missing karen so much. i was saving money to move to boston by working at a bakery from 3:45am to noon five days a week and working on the lemonenemy album mostly. i finished the last page around christmas of 2003 in boston and karen got me another sketchbook, but those pages kept falling out and were mailed to people i really missed while surviving the winter and music school. so that's some background on what's going on in between these pages. and now i think i may be the only person that any of this makes sense too. it's funny how it starts off horribly stupid and ends up just confused. i'm emberassed, i hope your happy.