It’s funny, how certain memories stay with you. Some memories just remain so vivid and close, but I can’t remember where the hell my wallet is? There is a particular memory that came rushing back to me this afternoon. I was fourteen and my brother was ten. My mother was ridiculously bad at life and… Continue reading Childhood memories
Have you ever felt like you just had your shit together? Only to be shit on in such an epic manner that you were left in a daze? Yeah, so I was rockin’ and rollin’ along recently. Had all my shit together. Like, ‘gathered all my shit up, stuffed it into a suitcase and carried… Continue reading Slap-o’rama
So, not to come off sounding all inspirational and shit, that’s not what I want this to be. I actually don’t have an end-game here, other than providing entertainment through the haunting memories that are my child-hood. I mean, who am I to inspire anyone? I’m just some dude who was wandering around aimlessly until… Continue reading Life doesn’t get easier…You have to get better at it!
So I really can’t decide what may be scarier. The thought of people reading this blog, actually understanding my twisted sense of humor AND enjoying it; or some of the people that I encountered while wandering aimlessly on the other side of that so-called fence. Reminds me of some of the “different” people that I have the pleasure of… Continue reading Redneck Uhaul
My mother felt that she had a duty to be ever watchful and protect us from the evils of the world. Mostly things like vitamins and other modern medicine. That is, when she wasn’t busy torturing us with her own unique parenting style. Once when I was about two, she claimed that I was begging… Continue reading No Vitamins, Just Threats.
Hello all, I am writing this to follow up on my teaser from last week. I want to take a minute to introduce my readers to the mess they will get themselves into. I was raised by a couple of stoners and as far I know only one of them was an alcoholic. My mother… Continue reading This Is Me
Photo by: Encinalense So I think I’ll start a blog. Not sure what I’ll blog about, but I feel that I have a LOT of pent-up, frustrated, blog type stuff that seriously needs an outlet. I mean, between a screwed up childhood (you think yours was bad?) and a quasi-sucessful career as a police… Continue reading Think I’ll Start A Blog…