My intent, when starting this blog, was to not be self-indulgent, whiney or negative. But to be positive, uplifting, inspiring, and a bit funny.
Think I’ll burn this bitch down, reboot. Start a new….
Maybe indeed I knew what I was doing. After all, this was a journey of self-discovery. Boy did I learn more about myself than I ever wanted to learn. I have a tendency to keep myself emotionally stunted, walk into the same locked door over and fucking over, and generally make a folly of my own life.
And this is where it stops.
Fuck ups and backslides are acceptable. Dwelling is not. Fuck up and move on.
As we all know male pattern retardation is very real in this one.
So a rebirth of some uncertain order is in store. Yes, by all means, there will be whiskey. Probably more than I should drink.
But don’t let that detract, from the fact, that I’m going to change my act.
Hear that? That was a promising career of a rap star going down the shitter.
So, here I sit, contemplating how to make this all positive, reaffirming, comforting.
I can surmise it with one simple paragraph. Listen up dumbass.
Life sucks and then we die. No one gets out unscathed, unhurt or unaffected. Our purpose on this blue, gaseous (not my fault, I have omitted Taco Bell from my diet), spinning orb, is to create our own happiness. My source of happiness comes from appreciating the small things. Children’s laughter. A long peaceful ride on a motorbike. The love and comfort of someone special. Giving love and comfort to someone. A well written book. Ice cream, fine cigars and bitchen whiskey.
Face it buttercup, life is not all about you. It doesn’t come to you. You have to go out and get it. There is nothing wrong with treating yourself to the finer things in life now and then.
Over do it or dont…
Me? I like writing, the mountains, motorbikes, making people smile, whiskey, and my people… see ya’ll soon.
Allow an edit here…
I met 2 people in my travels this week. She snapped her back and had a surgeon fuck up… paralyzed her…he had been ejected 1/4 of a mile from his vehicle.. died something like 7 times.. lost a lot of his fine motor skills..short term memory. They have had many obstacles and met one another after their tragedies. I have not met two people, so happy, and so friendly in all my travels. If ever Metallica or Dead and company comes to Phoenix, I hope to be able to force them to join me (she has not been to a show since her accident, and we share a fanship).
I hope it doesn’t take a misfortune like that to make any of us happy people.
CHEERS TO THE DEATHRAGE FAMILY!