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Therapy is expensive. That is going to be my excuse for a blog. Yeah I have medical insurance. So what. I don't want to sit in an office trying to get all of my feelings out into the ether with a stranger being paid to play mental chess with me, breaking down my intentions, motives and the fact that my mother may have had a slight crush on me growing up. Call it stubborness. Call it hiding. So here I write plainly for complete strangers or most likely no one to read the meanderings of my at times fractured mind.

The name - One Hundred Fires. I'll explain it. I love Spanish. I enjoy speaking it more than English. I had a friend once say that English is used to describe engineering, food and technical jargon but Spanish - Spanish is to describe life, food and love. I have to agree. If you've ever read Frederico Garcia Lorca or Pablo Neruda in English imagine being able to taste the words on your tongue and that is Spanish. I digress. My mom worked during the day when I was a kid so a woman and her family watched me after school. They were Mexican and since I basically lived in their house they gave me a name - Domingo. My sister once worked for a man with the last name Cienfuegos. That name just oozed sexy to me. So I named myself Domingo Cienfuegos. That is my Spanish alter ego. Fire interestingly enough has all of the components of life. It is born, breathes, has offspring and dies. 10 is a biblical representation of perfection. 100 is a more 'perfect' form of it. So - 100 fires.

A good start.