Where to begin????
Father died when I was 4 or 5 I dont remember. My life was a shit storm with family for a long time. Mom threw me out at 17, sold everything I owned, bought a motorcycle and traveled around like a gypsy for the better part of a decade.
There probably isnt one place in this country or parts of Mexico that I havent seen or left some woman crying to her mother because she turned and I was gone.
I did my fair share of substance abuse, too much to mention.
I no longer do anything, not even caffeine.
I am clear in mind body and especially spirit, thanks to the Gods.
I think that I can honestly say that I did some things that people only dream about, I lived an outlaws life for a long time. I did some things that I shouldnt have, some things that I should.
I SHOULD be in prison. Thanks to you know who for covering my ass.
I had bloodshot eyes at 25 or was it 26???
Anyways that is all behind me, been good for over 7 years now, thanks to the Gods, my lady, and my children.
I miss it at times, I cant say how many times I have wanted to just get into a squash game with somebody that really deserves it but maturity always wins out.
I may or may not be an interesting person to know in real life, you would have to decide that for yourself.
I have few friends, but the ones I have, I would help them bury bodies if necessary.
I feel like I have alot to put out on paper and am exploring film for another creative outlet.
All in all I wouldnt change a thing.
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory.
3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead.
I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet.
I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed.
The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone.
Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead.
Forgive your enemies......after they are slain.
The God I believe in aint short of cash mister.
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