An Introduction

Hello! I’m JP. You could’ve come to that conclusion on your own based on many clues. I’m very new to all of this, but I figured it just might be the outlet I’m looking for. Now, before we begin this relationship, there are a few things I need to bring out into the open…

  • First off, I am not a writer. I have never pretended to be. I’m not nearly as articulate as most of my friends, nor do I have the intellectual power to really write meaningful commentary on life. But, I think this is a good medium (ha) to release my inner thoughts.
  • Secondly, this will probably end up getting more personal than you were looking for and more so than I ever wanted it to be. I might just end up treating this whole thing like a journal…that everyone can read. Again, I think it’s just what I need right now. And this may not even continue after this initial post. Who knows?
  • And lastly, for the sake of everyone else’s privacy, all names (excluding my own) will be completely made up. I state that right here, right now. I will not use this to intentionally badmouth any individuals. It’s just sometimes, people do shitty things in your life.
  • (I guess that should’ve been a point. I will swear. It’s part of life.)

So, with the basics out of the way, I guess we should begin.

The Beginning

“Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.” — Lewis Carroll

As I’ve said previously, my name is JP. Obviously, those letters stand for something, but that is for another day. I’m twenty-two (and a half) years old with not a whole lot to show for it. For almost the entirety of my life, I have been a brother; for about half of my life, I have been a musician; and for a very small amount of my life, I have been a Christian. Those are the three most important aspects of me.


Coming from a pretty fucked up family, my “real” sister and brother have been with me through thick and thin. Besides the two I share both parents with, I have two step sisters on my father’s side, a step sister and two step brothers on my mother’s side, as well as a pair of half sisters on my mother’s side. So, for all you non-math people out there, that’s a total of nine siblings. I could go on and on about how much more my family is messed up, but I get tired of repeating it.


Music is my passion. As far back as I can remember, I have always been in love with music. It has always been there. In good, bad, and ugly. I started playing saxophone when I was ten years old. It was probably my first love. I still continue to play. I have since learned piano, guitar, bass, flute, clarinet, trumpet, trombone, drums, ukulele, kazoo, and have even learned how to sing. There are so many cliche things to say about music, so I try to refuse saying any of them. Just keep this part in mind. It will be pretty big later on.


Yup. I’m a Christian. And it didn’t happen overnight, either. I was baptized Catholic, raised Lutheran, and now I’m just a Christian. I consider May 30th, 2012 as the day that I was saved. Before that, I was faking it or just not caring in general. I lived for me, myself, and I. Now, I see a whole lot of stuff in a different way. You maybe asking, “how can you be a Christian if you swear and have tattoos?” (I forgot to mention that. I have tattoos. Quite a few and still growing.) And to answer that question: because I am. Making that commitment really changed my perspective on the world. Thus, changing who I am.

Well, I think that is a good start to this new adventure. Most of my writing will be done at night because I am a busy individual who sucks at sleeping. And the fact that it is 0106 while I typing this, I have decided to call it a wrap for the time being. Until we speak again.


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