Here is the video version of last week's NON-BLOG, AKA me just babbling for like ten minutes about inconsequential things

The Mystery of Literature as Lifesaver

Monday, March 27, 2017

12:29 PM

Blog 3/26/17
The mystery of literature as lifesaver 

 I've always felt that books can save lives. Whatever it is that's going on in your life, there's a book for it, something out there that will teach you, heal you, inspire you or shelter you. 

 For me, the shelter aspect was key. The young version of Kelley was a total nerd, forty years before nerds became cool. I hated sports, sucked at foursquare, and did really well in school. Translation: big ol' geek. The playground was not a respite for me; rather a black hole. I only wanted to escape back into the classroom, where I felt much more surefooted, or,  into a book, where I felt...indomitable. Into a world I controlled by a turn of the page, or not. I can still picture myself, propped on the playground curb, one skinny leg stretched out to one side, with the book splayed open on the concrete. Catty little girls or thoughtless little boys took a back seat in this world, where space travel is as easy as a Sunday drive, telepathy is real, and if you want it, the good guy always wins. It saved my life.

As a teacher, my motto was 'If you don't like to read, you just haven't found the right book yet.' I still believe it, even though I've been trying for over ten years now to find the right one for my husband. I'll keep trying.

But for a lot of my past students the old adage rings true: take Elijah, who as a freshman hadn't read a book since fifth grade, hated the idea of books, but after experiencing the motto--and the persuasivenessAKAbossiness--of teacher Kelley, he found his groove in a Dean Koontz book, and by the end of his senior year had finished 30 of them. Same thing happened with Brian, though for him it was Harlan Coben.

Now I don't know if these two examples would be dead if they'd never found a love for reading, but I know I would be. The article I posted at the beginning of this blog talks about literature as a lifesaver more in terms of big world issues being better understood, disseminated and dealt with through books, which is maybe a more literal way it saves lives. 

But no matter how you look at it, I hope you can see that, for me, books are akin to breathing. 

 A lifesaver.

The Edge of the Playground


I sit there.

One leg stretched across the curb,

one foot off the edge

of my concrete nightmare.

As if

I could run away from



The teacher always shoos us

out of

the classroom (my comfort

my world)

to the paved and whitelined

foursquare-tether-handball horror,

where I play

at being





Little boy whoops and

Evil girl giggles

mingle with the stench of oil-based


I see the heat rise off the cement

in waves

shattered by palms slapping at the



that I cannot smell

and will never catch.


A rubber ball zings past my


and a derogatory childcruel screech

forces me to bury

myself further in my



I close my heart

and revisit my very own fictional planet

until it is over,

and I can go back inside.


But recess


and perpetually comes again

the next day

And every day after that

until I am big enough to know

that recess goes away,

and my planet, after all,




 KKB 8/17/98

 I'd love to hear your views! Until then…Stay Mystified!


Oh's the VIDEO from last week's blog

Blog February 19th, 2017

The Mystery of Violence in Literature Part 2

This week I took part in an online celebration called MTW--Mystery Thriller Week. It's a new event, and it was lotsa fun--I did my first FB live power hour, and I had a guest post with a blog called The Truth About Books :

She asked me about my participation in MTW and, widening the lens a little bit, what my feelings were in writing about violence in the wake of so much violence we're seeing worldwide, today, yesterday and every day really. Check out the guest post if you'd like to see my initial ideas on the topic.

 But this blog is part two, right? It became a part 2 just yesterday, when I was discussing my oldest son with my friend Ken, the psychiatrist.


See, it's turning out that my oldest son has become a reader. I hate to say voracious just yet, but it's looking like it's moving further and faster that way by the second.

 So after he finished the whole Harry Potter series and the whole Rick Riordan Percy Jackson series, he was looking for something new and even maybe a new genre.

 Being a mystery writer and a mystery lover that I am, I wanted to show him some of that. You all know how much I love harlan coben, and how he inspired me to write this first murder mystery that I am now pursuing as a series. Well he started a young adult mystery series with the nephew of his main character Myron Bolitar the main character. Mickey Bolitar. Since it is a young adult instead of actual adult it was a slightly easier to read and slightly tamer as far as the violence, even though it existed, as it has to, in a murder mystery.

 Anyway Harlan has only written 3 YA books in the series so far, which my son read in the course of about a week. That put us back in the same place which was him looking for more books. 

If you recall me talking about my own experience being raised around books, you will know that my parents never censored or excluded anything I asked to or expressed an interest in reading. I continued this in to my child rearing and my teaching career. In my book, Censorship sucks.

 But I don't believe in carte blanche with book choices, meaning I think they should be discussed with parents, adults, other people. Now as far as letting my 10-year-old read adult murder mysteries I felt that I should for sure have read them also. Which was super easy in Harlan Coben's situation because I've read all of his! So I gave my son a standalone thriller instead of starting him right away on the Myron Bolitar series--only because the first one isn't available at the library yet.

 The book he started with is called Missing You, and I reread it just before he started it as well. I asked Ken the psychiatrists opinion because of a particular scene in the novel, whereby one of the victims of violence, escapes by cleaving a bad guy's head open with an axe. So I wanted Ken's opinion--am I completely fucking up my kid? Honestly, it's a pretty violent scene, and my kid, mature and fabulous and worldly as he might seem to his supremely biased mother, is still only ten.

 He gave me a very interesting answer. He said he feels it's better to allow children to see violence in reality--meaning it comes from an actual story about humans and human situations, rather than games or videos where violence is the means of entertainment rather than an element in a multifaceted story. Ya know? A storyline instead of just sitting in front of a screen and killing stuff It made sense to me, and made me feel better about the scene.

 He also commented that I'd probably want to address it further if I saw some evidence of a negative effect in my son's behavior--like he started having nightmares or something like that. I think he's pretty clear on the difference between fictional stories and reality, but I appreciated the perspective nonetheless. It's going into my hatful of  parenting tricks.


What do you think? I'd love to hear your viewpoint!

 Until next time…Stay Mystified!


Here is last week's VIDEO

Shades of my Firstborn?

Sunday, January 22, 2017

5:00 PM

Blog January 21, 2017

Shades of my firstborn?


Its Sunday, January 21, 2017. The president number 45, has given his inaugural address. The day after that, millions of people worldwide have protested to focus on rights they fear they'll lose in this new administration. Many people have pledged to stay focused on this new administration to ensure that no one goes backwards in terms of the rights we have been afforded in the past 200 years. Some people are afraid those rights will be lost.


My oldest son is named Gray like the color, but with an Ey. Grey. On the day Donald Trump was elected, he cried. When I asked him why he was crying he said "because I don't want Donald Trump as my president". Since he is only 10 years old, and Obama has been his president for his entire life, I understood why he was crying. I tried to explain about the cyclical nature of politics and the swing of the pendulum and all of that stuff because of course this the worst thing that happens if you're a mom or dad: the sight of your child's tears. You want nothing more than to make those tears go away.


But the thing I realized, in the wake of this historical time, is how symbolically cool it is that I named my son Grey. I've been trying to be more active since the election, cofounding and organization designed to hold our congressmen accountable for the decisions that are made during this term, calling my representatives already multiple times since the election. I plan to keep calling and keep pestering. But I think the change that has happened, and myself and hopefully in others, is a realization that compromise is the order of the minute, the order of the second. The order of the millennium. I realized more than ever how crucial it is to look at ideas and events through the lens of shades of gray, not black-and-white. Nothing is strictly either-or, and until people truly start to realize that, any presidency or electoral term will remain what it has been for some time now: a big fugly stalemate.


I'm trying my hardest to live by the symbolism of my eldest son's name, even though that wasn't on my mind when I named him. I just think it's cool.


And hey, guess what! I think my other son's name falls under the same category unbeknownst to me! His name is Griffen, and although his name sake is a mythological creature, and I took that name because I used to teach mythology and I think it's really cool, it's still could be the same kind of symbol! A gryphon is a combo-creature: part lion, part eagle. Its lore heralds it as a symbol of divine power; a guardian of the divine. So I think its importance for this metaphor is twofold: it's not EITHER a snake OR a lion, rather it is a melding of both. And I think it is DIVINE to be able to look at things from more than one point of view. I'm trying to GUARD that, both in the way I'm raising my children and in the way I want to do my part in guarding the freedoms we as a nation have worked so hard to instill. In a compromising way, of course! 👍😜🇺🇸


I'd love to hear your views! Until next time: Stay Mystified!

Here's info on theGryphon.

Here's the video from last week's BLOG

 Blog February 5, 2017


The Mystery of 'Embracing the Suck', AKA The Illusion of Control, Part 3


 I just finished watching a Tina Fey movie called Whiskey Tango Foxtrot. Have you seen it? I don't think it got very good reviews, but I enjoyed it immensely. It made me laugh, it made me cry, it made me think.


OK everything now is going to have a bunch of spoilers, so don't watch the blog or listen to the blog or read the blog if you want to watch the movie.


So the basic premise of the movie is that Tina Fey is a reporter, and she does news copy from behind a desk all day every day. She experiences some disenchantment with her job and wants to do more correspondent-type reporting, so she goes to Afghanistan. (The movie takes place in the early 2000's)

 The part that stuck with me started early and all wrapped up at the end, and it involved her interaction with an American soldier in Afghanistan. He made a comment about the relative quiet of the area in which he was stationed, and she took a soundbyte out that basically said he never needs to unleash his weapon--never unhooked his weapon from his shoulders or prepares his weapon to be fired because he doesn't need to. So the army takes him to task with this and transfers him to a more intense area, where his legs get blown off.

Anyway, by the end of the movie Tina Fey, feeling guilty about her presumed role in this soldier's injury, goes to visit him in his small town and gives him the ability to 'ream her royally', basically, for his injuries.

What the soldier said, was that she was giving herself too much credit: she was not the 12-year-old Jihadist to have planted that IED in the ground. Maybe, he said, if BinLaden's parents hadn't gotten divorced, the US wouldn't have been in Afghanistan at all. Maybe the Taliban wouldn't have been there in the first place, were it not for the mistakes of Leonid Brehznev. And maybe, he said, it's the fault of The British Empire. His point was that she gave herself way too much responsibility, pointing out all the things which had to happen to culminate in the loss of his legs.

 "There's only so much any of us have control of, good or bad," he said. "You've gotta move on. You embrace the suck, and move the fuck forward. What other choice do we have?"

The scene, and the movie, made total sense to me. Although, obviously I have HUGE issues with the actual implementation of this idea, since I would obviously feel totally responsible for the soldier losing his legs. But the part of me that knows I shouldn't feel that way loved the movie, loved the message of the movie.

Plus I also like the little internal rhyme in the soldier's motto: Embrace the suck and move the fuck forward, y'all.


I'd love to hear your views! Until then: Stay Mystified!

Here's the movie trailer from Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

And here's my Video from Last Week's Blog

Blog January 15, 2017 The Mystery of The Illusion of Control...or Is It?


I know I've written before about my control freakishness regarding things which I have no control, but right now I'm sort of questioning that. What I mean is, do I have more control than I think? 


Here're two examples of what I mean: first, babies. Around 25 years ago, maybe a little less, I started trying to get pregnant. First it was with my first husband, a mistake in timing for sure, because it was the wrong guy and for the wrong reasons. Next, when I turned 30, I tried to do it by myself with a sperm donor, because I knew I wanted kids but I didn't know if I'd ever meet the right person. Then, I met the right person, and we started trying right away. In none of these three situations was I getting pregnant, because my menstrual cycle was all wonky--I wasn't ovulating until super late, like day 21 or 22 in the cycle. I tried things to hasten the ovulation date--Clomid and some other med that was used to treat breast cancer but I can't remember what it was called. Doesn't really matter what it was called, because it didn't work. After over a year of trying with Jim (the third example) we started talking about in vitro or adoption, but the thing that turned it around and actually CHANGED MY MENSTRUAL CYCLE was acupuncture, and I got these two beautiful boys out of that.


Then there's the writing. Something I've always wanted to do and have always felt like I'm good at, but the fact that the whole process wasn't going as quickly for me as I thought it should has caused me to reevaluate how I do it and work harder at reeducating and reworking things which maybe, just maybe weren't as fantastic as I thought they were. And my career as a writer is starting to move more in the direction I want, including  an Amazon bestseller title!


So, having children and having writing success are big things, things which outside forces could very easily have intervened to prevent me from having. And that is ultimately beyond my control, I guess, but here's what I know: I wanted children, and if I wouldn't have been able to have them out of my belly, I would've adopted some. And if I couldn't have done that, I would've fostered some UNTIL I could figure out a way to adopt them. And as for the writing, of the situation I'm in now doesn't continue on the track I'm on now, I'll jump the track and rev the engine in a new direction. 


I hate the way this election turned out, and felt very powerless to do anything beyond just casting my vote, which didn't go the way I'd planned. Then I read this handbook: Indivisible , and I'm feeling more and more like I can do my own little activist thing every day, and hopefully help steer that giant ship just a little bit back to a truer course.

I guess I feel like I do have a bit more control over uncontrollable things than my blog posts have stated before, although it's still a little early to comment on that third one...The jury's still out.

I'd love to hear your views! Until then...Stay Mystified!
Here's the video from last week's blog: VIDEO

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Blog March 3, 2017 The mystery of living in The Matrix.

I've decided that there's a lot of things happening in my life right now that are very surreal. Twilight Zone-esque. Maybe I'm living in The Matrix!

So I'll just go over a couple of them with you, just for fun. First of all, this could just possibly be me as the English teacher word psycho that I am, but I find it surreal that our new president tweets all through the night, and misspells a word in about every third tweet. Maybe, like I said, the whole idea just bugs me because I'm such a word Nazi--I think my next T-shirt purchase is gonna be the one that says 'I'm silently correcting your grammar.' So, it could just be me. 

But I don't think so.

OK, let's bring the dream like state a little closer to my own personal bubble.I know I have talked before about how crazy it is to be living here in San Diego and some of the things that happen with the regular basis here, like people paying a small fortune for a smaller house and focusing way too intently on their first world problems.

I'm not trying to sound mean--I have girlfriends here and we make jokes all the time about how we are the real housewives of our little suburban neighborhood. Me too I guess. There are two things that have happened to me in the past day or two that make me feel like I'm living in The Matrix. First has to do with taxes. Through some unforeseen and unfortunate events, we've been stuck with this monumental tax bill for the second time in three years. We only recently finished paying off the last  one, and now the groveling and sniveling began again and now here comes another round of belt tightening and sacrificing, well...anything fun, really. But that's the sucky part, not the surreal part. The surreal part came while listening to my two really good friends converse, and then juxtaposing the conversation with the talking going on in my head. So my one friend is not a Trump fan, to understate his feelings dramatically. But my friend's BROTHER is so upset by the change of administration and what he fears will happen to the country, that he's unloading a lot of his investments. So my friend is talking about this to me and my other pal, and he remarks that his brother convinced HIM to unload some of his investments. He confirms that his brother made him sell a million bucks worth of stock.


Now, that in itself is not the twilight zone part- a lot of people--especially around here--are working with large sums of money every day. It just felt so strange that my nuclear family life involves counting pennies, pretty much, but the people I associate with and talk to and joke around with EVERY DAY are dumping a million bucks worth of their stocks when a Neanderthal becomes President. Surreal.

 Oh, and the other cool surreal (but kinda sad) thing involved opening ceremonies for Little League this morning. These four military planes did a flyover--twice--during the ceremonies, and a lot of the little-leaguers (maybe most, because they are young, but...) had no concept of how cool and unusual that was. 

The mind boggles.

But that's my mind. What do YOU think? I'd love to hear your views.


Until next time, Stay Mystified! 

Blog February 25, 2017


The mystery of Athletes vs...Jocks


I for sure am someone who loves it as much as the next guy when somebody tells me how great my kids are! Parents like reinforcements, too. I have these two fabulous little boys, whom you've all heard me talk about way too much, hell, I even wrote an article based on another article from a blogger mom who feels like we shouldn't be talking about our kids at all unless they have the wherewithal to approve it ahead of time. Hmph. Well, obviously I think about it, or I wouldn't be bringing it up again. But this is just too interesting! I'll try to keep the my own little boy specifics to a minimum and just concentrate on the theme. We'll see how it goes...



Anyway, I hear really good things from others about the boys and their accomplishments and behaviors. Often. 

But probly like five times PER DAY they do something they shouldn't be doing, whether that involves not taking care of the dog, not doing a chore, or maybe smackin' each other around, that I have to employ what I call my 'broken record' method of parenting. This involves mass repetition of the lessons I so much want them to learn. I make them look me in the eyes when I'm speaking to them, and sometimes I make them repeat back to me what I just said. I know, what a pain I am, huh?


So today my youngest played his last baseball game of the Boys and Girls Club basketball winter season. Or is it fall season? I'm never sure. I guess it's winter season.


One of his coaches, as he was leaving, told him what a great season he had, what a great job he did, and how he was sure that my he was a great baseball player too (baseball has already started, and he was on his way to a scrimmage). To which my son responded "yes I am."




Here comes the broken record method again, because this arrogant response is NOT acceptable for a Gusich.


OK, so I didn't light into him the minute we got into the car, but we did have a discussion. I told him that he had a great season and that he did it such a great job and played 100% without being a ball hog, and passing, and sharing, and doing all those things that a good athlete does, and how proud he should be of that. 

But then we talked about the difference between a jock and an athlete. I as you know I'm artsy fartsy and so I have always hated jocks. But because of who I've married and who we've spawned, I've learned to appreciate athletes, and athleticism.


What's the difference? I hope you are asking right now. Cuz that's the topic for today.


See, jocks are those guys. The ones who've had some athletic success, and because of that feel like they are the shit. They're ball hogs and bullies and the bad guys in every teen movie you've ever seen. They feel like their athletic prowess gives them rights they are not entitled to. As a student I had to deal with these meatheads, and even more as a teacher.


I can't stand these guys.

My sons will NOT be these guys. Ever.


Back to the discussion with my son after his remark to his coach. "Yeah, I am, also, a really great baseball player."



"So what might have been a better response to Coach Ron's compliment?" I asked. And he didn't know, which is why we have these discussions ad nauseam.

"Thank you?" He guessed, which he knows is always appropriate in my book.

"Yep, thank you is always good. Maybe 'I hope so', or 'I'm gonna work just as hard on that', or 'I'm workin on it!' "

 Just the things that an athlete thinks about instead of what a jock thinks about. If my broken record method works, he'll be thinking this way without even thinking about it, and he'll be an athlete, not a jock.


In my world, they are two very different things. What about in your world?


I'd love to hear your views! Until then: Stay Mystified!


Here are a couple of fun scenes about jocks: Just One of the Guys 17 Again

Here's my video about last week's blog:

Hello Intrepid Readers!

Constituents of The 49th District, San Diego, California, United States of America


The Darrell Issa Social Advisory Council

January 31, 2017

 WHEREAS, Founders Richard Lao, Ken Khoury, Kelley Gusich and Lori Vagner, constituents of the 49th Congressional District of California, saw a need for a conduit between Congressman Darrell Issa and concerned constituents, in the wake of a turbulent 2016 election cycle, and

 WHEREAS, in light of Congressman Issa's slim .005% victory during the aforementioned 2016 election, and his knowledge of the importance of a renewed and intense focus on a "...priority to continue reaching across the aisle and seeking new partnerships to advance new solutions to the issues we so desperately need to address."¹; and

 WHEREAS, A substantial number of the American populace has expressed a fear of a culture of isolation imposed upon the country, instead of inclusion for all people, regardless of gender, cultural history, socioeconomic status, race, religion, or orientation; and

 WHEREAS, There is, as a result of this turbulent electoral cycle, an obvious and crucial need to "...reset Washington’s focus back to where it belongs: on [our] concerns, [our] ideas, and the issues most important to [us]"¹; and

 WHEREAS, Californians have a recognition of our need to cherish, preserve and protect the health and well-being of ALL its citizens and their freedoms;  and

 WHEREAS those freedoms should include a health care program which is affordable and accessible to all citizens, and access to a quality public education and infrastructure; and

 WHEREAS those freedoms should include an interest in preservation of the planet around us, including focus on climate science research and maintaining an interest in a profusion of renewable and clean energy research and implementation; and now, therefore be it

 RESOLVED, That DISAC will work tirelessly to spotlight, remind and encourage our congressman Darrell Issa to remember, that, "In the midst of it all, of great concern is that [our congress and senate] will ignore the clear message voters sent us: that Washington needs to listen more, talk less and renew its focus on actually getting things done."¹ and, be it

 FURTHER RESOLVED, That DISAC was created to assist and advise Darell Issa and the people with whom he surrounds himself to answer a question from large numbers of concerned Americans, eloquently posed in the January 24,2017 issue of the Washington Post:  "The question is: How cynical are we willing to be and for how long? How long will Senate Republicans wait until a few of them stand up to [Donald Trump]."²; and, be it

 FURTHER RESOLVED, That DISAC will continue its mission of advising and assisting our congressional representatives, including the expansion of membership, and connection with and support of like-minded groups such as The California 49th District Action Network , in the understanding that such mission is an effective way to promote understanding of constituent concern and create corresponding action by those who ostensibly represent our needs in our government; and be it

 FURTHER RESOLVED That these Constituents of The 49th District, San Diego, California, United States of America,  proclaim the creation of DISAC, the Darryl Issa Social Advisory Council, on this Day of January 31, 2017, and enter the names of our founders and initial membership roster to the public and to Darrell Issa’s Congressional Office .




January 31, 2017




Richard Lao, lawyer, investor,

Ken Khoury, Forensic and Addiction Psychiatrist, University of California, San Diego

Lori Vagner, Owner, Forte Salon, Solana Beach, California

Kelley Gusich, retired high school educator, writer, board member 4s Ranch Library Friends




Beth Guelder Zaletski, member, military spouse

Maria Athar, member

Kerri McWeeny, member, Molecular Biologist, Marketing Director

Cass Kaminetz, member, lawyer, PTA President and community volunteer, former grant writer for Big Brothers/Big Sisters San Diego

Dave Eichinger, member, Professor City College San Diego

Deva Edelman, member, realtor, Secretary of CMR/Sabre Springs Community Council

Anna Sabrina Leitner, member


¹Issa, Darrell

²Keillor, Garrison

As you all know, this election is making me very upset. So I and a small group of friends and neighbors have started a group. We're going to try and pester our congressman and use our voices  as much as possible to KEEP our country great, nonea this nonsense about 'Making it great again.' That's nonsense.  America is great.


So this is my blog: the proclamation. I also put up a webpage on my Facebook page called DISAC. Go, and like it if you  want! Or, if you happen to be a constituent of California's 49th Congressional District, join us!

I'd love to hear your views! Until next time: STAY MYSTIFIED!

Video from last week's BLOG

Kelley's Konundrum 3/19/2017

Sunday, March 19, 2017

12:26 PM

Blog March 19, 2017

The Mystery of Beautiful Things


I feel like The last few blogs have been more about me kvetching or complaining. Using my observations as a force of negativity, rather than a force for change or a force for good. I know this year"s election and our perceived State of the Union has thrown many people into a tailspin. And I'm not like that! My optimism is what keeps me smiling...

So today, my blog is about beautiful things. I'm just gonna talk about those things, and BELIEVE ME I need it today, because I just got totally ripped off by an appliance technician and it was nobody's fault but my own impulsive and desperate self. goes!

 We eat a lotta fruit in this house. I mean, a lot. Apples in the double-digit lbs. Five bunches of bananas at a time. So there's this huge ceramic bowl on the corner of the kitchen counter, a gigantic rainbow cornucopia of fruit. Beautiful.

On the way home from my son's baseball game this afternoon, I passed by a long strip of wildflowers on the side of the road, and the only color I can use to describe them is neon magenta. Beautiful. (Oh, and my son won his game, so I love that too...🤗)

 I wake up on Monday thru Thursday morning super early, as you know, and I see and hear lots of beautiful things at this time of day, but two are most memorable: the clarity of stars in the early morning is the first. I can look up on my way to the car, and hear a bird chirp or sometimes a coyote call, because the traffic noise doesn't start interfering for another hour.

 Or if it's foggy, my beautiful thing comes on the way home. On the back of my street, right in the center of the road, there's this giant tree, round at the top, with a long, graceful trunk. When I'm driving home from the gym at 6 a.m. and it's foggy, the tree seems to be emerging from the fog like a sentinel, but the fog itself is completely still, hanging from the branches and sighing through the spaces between the leaves. Beautiful.

 Right now, I'm at my OTHER son's baseball game, and here's another thing of beauty I forgot all about: hot air balloons. Somebody is flying them around here all the time, and how cool is that!? Gigantic balloons dotting the skyline behind the baseball field. More of a spectacular backdrop than anyone could hope. Here's a picture I just took of one, although of course it's just a reminder--not a reproduction.

I'm thinking of more and more beautiful things as I write, but that's what Beautiful Things, Parts 2-? are for…right now, I should pay attention to the game.


I'd love to hear your views! Until then…Stay Mystified!