once upon a time, there was a boy.

his called himself micah, and he was exactly twenty-two years old on his 22^nd birthday. he lived all over the place – sometimes new york, one time in boston, and sometimes in sunny california. he liked to think of moving around like an adventure.

on the first day of the first month of the year 2009, he and his friend caroline started working as A Good Company, so that they could play and have fun all the time. they still do to this very day.

sometimes, micah played guitar, writing songs and singing them. he liked it, but didn't do it enough. he vowed that this would change.

and on every single day, except, of course, for the days in which he did not, micah wrote down what happened to him in a very secret journal. he'd take photographs, too, and only his most precious of friends were allowed to read it and see them.

then one day, micah decided it wasn't enough. he wanted to share fun links and talk to his pals! so he found a little bird that would "tweet, tweet!" and tell everyone what he was doing! oh, that bird sure was a rascal, but he and micah grew to be good friends.

and that's the whole story. micah never grew up, and never stopped playing. to this day, micah sings songs and makes websites; to this day micah moves around and whispers to his bird-friends. to this day, micah is a happy little guy.

the end.