Wednesday, June 30, 2010

One day he was just gone Part 1

Memories are a funny thing. Some of them you push deep into the corner of you mind, and try to forget them.
Some you keep up front and on display.
Maybe the ones you forgot were never memories to begin with, just scenes in your life, then they fade like a scene from a bad independent film with sub-titles.

Something always happens though....situations arise...and the forgotten become the remembered.

I'm a product of divorce, as they say. Latch key kid, raised by a hard working single Mother.
My childhood was good, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. My Mother raised me alone and I have nothing but the highest respect for her. She did her best, it was plenty enough for me.

Late 1980's, early 1990's "Broken Home" kid though.....I fit the bill. We all did.

I'm going to do this in parts.
  • To avoid really long posts.
  • To clean out my head
  • To say everything to no one.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Society? What do they know anyway?

I get pissed off sometimes. Pissed off that I'm not farther along in life, then I get pissed that I even give a shit about that.
So many set little time.
I feel like I'm on to something though. I don't know what yet, but I'm on to it...I have been my whole life.
I never cared much for peoples perception of me. Some where along the line I started questioning that.
I don't think its getting older, or having kids,or trying to be responsible.
Somewhere in my "fuck society" mind, society crept in.

Yeah,I still ride a skateboard.
No, I don't watch Football
Yeah, my Suburban's name is tank and its a 96 not a 06
No, I don't shave everydayYeah, I'm self-employed
No, I didn't have a long day at the office
Yeah, I rode my board to the garage.

I revisited a few things this past weekend.

Lords Of Dogtown
Never seen it? I suggest you do.

The Lake House
I stared at this Saturday evening and thought....
                                                               " Society? Fuck them."