One of the best lessons I ever learned was from a guy who is doing 5 to 10 years in federal prison for stealing from his friends and business partners. But, alas, he did give me good advice. “Never look into another mans pockets.” In other words, never feel jealousy over a person that is better at negotiating than you. Never hate a person for making more than you. Also, never cover another’s success with your jealous poison.
Being 50 is so strange. There are times when I feel like I am still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. There are times when I feel like I am 25 with the world is still in front of me. Then, I look in the mirror and the lines on my face and the extra weight around my waist tell me the truth. I am now headed out of the woods. I am on the latter part of my life. I feel like I left so much on the table. I feel like, well, is this it? Is this all there is?
Then, I look at my 3 daughters and realize that I have already accomplished all of my dreams. I am a father and there is nothing better. My goal is to be here as long as they need me. To be a father as long as possible. I am actually living the dream.
Yeah, it’s a melodramatic post. But, it’s my reality and I love it. Is there anything better than being a mother or a father, I think not. I am still fighting for goals, making records, playing shows, writing and fighting to be better. But the dream, my ultimate goal, that was accomplished the day I became a father.
I might not be the best looking, or in the best shape, or the richest, I totally forgot where I was going with this! Anyway, happy Monday!
To know me enough to really get me you need to listen to the following 5 albums:
- Welcome to my Nightmare – Alice Cooper
- Gordon – Barenaked Ladies
- Bitches Brew – Miles Davis
- The Meantime – Randall Bramblett
- God Shuffled His Feet – Crash Test Dummies
If I wore a red MAGA hat, would you hate me? If I told you that I voted for Hillary and thought Trump was an illegitimate president, would you block or unfriend me? If I was steadfast Pro-Life, would you wish me dead? What if I was gay, would you see me different, so different […]
I am working on something big…really really big. I can’t tell you what it is…but I will tell you at a distant time in the future, that will actually never come. But, my gracious big things are in the works. I’m not a big deal yet…but…you might as well start treating me like I am because what’s about to happen, this thing in the works, that I can’t mention, is epic. Also, Prayers Please. I can’t tell you any details, but it’s for a friend, I can’t tell you their name…or even their preferred pronoun…but please pray…in great generalities for a person that doesn’t exist…I mean that does exist but needs prayer. I am posting this request because I want everyone to know what a great empathetic person I am. Also, and you know who you are, I will never forgive you. You can fool me once, or twice, or thrice, or even frice, but never more than frice. Forgiveness is for those who seek it….and I’m waiting. Until then you evil straw-man, forever be gone.
This post has been brought to you by overly dramatic attention seeking facebook guy.
Friends, I have a confession to make. There have been times, a lot of them actually, where I have lied to you, and I’m truly ashamed. Many many times I have indicated that I’ve ‘laughed out loud’ or, more recognizable in it’s short form, ‘LOL’ without actually laughing out loud at all. Sometimes I only smile inside a little (SIaL). One time, sometime near Christmas, I replied with a LOL to a pretty unfunny post out of pure sympathy (LOLooPS) when what I was really doing was shaking my head (SMH). This lack of integrity (LOI) has caused me great consternation and photosynthesis (i like big words). From here on out I promise to be more precise with my acronyms, more up front, more honest, acronym transparent if you will. If I post a LOL then I actually laughed out loud for realz…as the kids say. If I SMH then I actually shook my head back and forth and probably sighed a little (SAL). Please accept my sincere apology (MSA) and I only hope that over time I can regain your trust. If you can’t trust a mans acronyms, is he really a man, I think not (ITN). #AcronymTruth
I don’t share this “real hate crimes won’t be believed now” concern
Real hate crimes are just that- real. They sound that way. They’re plausible. The facts add up. They are heinous.
But this was -always- obviously fake. It has no effect on what’s real. It changes nothing.
How did I know it was fake you ask… come on, everyone knows that if you kick someone’s ass you get to eat their sandwich. I’ve lost a couple of good sandwiches that way!
War is peace.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength.
A Lost Shameful Person
Last night on my way home from the airport I stopped by Publix for a few things. When I walked into the line to check out, my favorite bagger was crying. He is a tall lanky special needs sweetheart of a guy in his early 20s. I always go to his line because he greets me, and everyone with a warm jubilant smile. We always crack jokes and just kind of act silly. The manager came over and took him to the back. The cashier was also crying and closed her line. I asked her what happened and she said that a young girl had called him stupid. She apparently didn’t like the way he looked at her. Yep, that’s it, he looked at her with what she call a “stupid goofy smile.” She then looked at the cashier and said that he was “creeping me the fu** out.”
My heart is broken for my buddy. I hope this bitter young lady with the darkest of hearts wakes up one day and finds her way because right now she is a broken lost shameful person.