Banks Prologue

Bankston Ethridge Carpelli drew every breath possible out of every day possible. Clouds made special shapes that only he could see. Matches could be glued to matchboxes to make log cabins. Allowing his overcreative imagination to release itself  from his 11 year old barely wrinkled gray matter to the tips of his nimble young fingers.
In front of young Banks was a lifetime of life. A lifetime of love, a lifetime of loss, a lifetime of work and a liftetime of stuff.
A lifetime of things.
A lifetime with Thingz.