Justin has had a way with words since it cost a dime to call your Mama from any well equipped street corner. From the days when everyone in his world looked like some mysterious Giant and only growth and a lifetime of experience lay ahead of that sparkle in his eyes, he has held the written word in a warm, loving embrace. One may call such gifts serendipitous; some may give credit to divine inspiration and grace. From the look on his face while standing in the place where cool spirits and celestial overtones ring out from deep within, well enclosed and gently encased, any who would watch as the lyrics pour gently from pencil’s dusty finger to the paper’s salutation of regard could perhaps begin to fathom the motion of the sea, alive, slightly to the left and just over the rolling hillside… Let him take you on a ride…