Work was really slow today because everybody was out being Irish. The radio here had a funny saying today. They said St. Patty's Day is the one day where everyone gets to be Irish. Just like on Thanksgiving everyone gives thanks. So, they say the next Groundhog day they are gonna be a groundhog. I guess it was funnier when I heard it on the radio.
Anyways, today I recall my senior year in high school when I skipped school to go see the St. Patty's Day parade in Cleveland, Ohio. My Dad called the school and told them I had the Irish Flu...lmao. I actually ended up being caught up in a bunch of shenanigans. Mostly being young and stupid. Smokin cigarettes, drinkin green beer, and tryin to pick up girls. I was so pathetic, i had no game. I was the guy that every girl was friends with. I was in the friend zone with all women....lol.
We will see later that things did and often do change.....Happy St. Patty's Day everybody
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tattoo
Well, the tables turned today and instead of giving a tattoo to someone else I received one. Yippie for me. But, I love it so far and I will continue to let my main man Tom finish what he has begun.
Anyways, on to other things. I had my friend tell me that I randomly showed up in her dream where I created a flying machine and then we flew on it. How exciting. I had the opportunity to fly high with a friend and it didn't involve drugs......but then again, maybe I am jumping ahead too far in my story. I guess I could easily tell you that I threw at least 10 years of my life away to drug addiction. I guess I could tell you how the only thing I did for those 10 years was chase the next high. All day, every day. I also have to remind you at this point that I am no longer chasing my next high and I have been free of addiction for approximately 4 years. Yea me.
But, as I was saying, I am probably jumping ahead in my story. Let me back it up for a few.
My senior year was probably a defining moment in my life. This was the year that I decided that I didn't want to be a band geek any more. I wanted to be free to be more popular. I wanted to be one of the cool kids. I found that that is harder than it seems. Its one of those things that either you are or you aren't. Not that I was a complete loser or anything like that, but I had a vision of how my high school experience was supposed to go. I expected it to be like one of these ridiculous MTV shows where there are extreme social status'. Like the way it is in Mean Girls or most every 80's movie like Cant Buy Me Love or Breakfast Club. But again the hour is late and I must retire for the night......I shall continue on the morrow.
Anyways, on to other things. I had my friend tell me that I randomly showed up in her dream where I created a flying machine and then we flew on it. How exciting. I had the opportunity to fly high with a friend and it didn't involve drugs......but then again, maybe I am jumping ahead too far in my story. I guess I could easily tell you that I threw at least 10 years of my life away to drug addiction. I guess I could tell you how the only thing I did for those 10 years was chase the next high. All day, every day. I also have to remind you at this point that I am no longer chasing my next high and I have been free of addiction for approximately 4 years. Yea me.
But, as I was saying, I am probably jumping ahead in my story. Let me back it up for a few.
My senior year was probably a defining moment in my life. This was the year that I decided that I didn't want to be a band geek any more. I wanted to be free to be more popular. I wanted to be one of the cool kids. I found that that is harder than it seems. Its one of those things that either you are or you aren't. Not that I was a complete loser or anything like that, but I had a vision of how my high school experience was supposed to go. I expected it to be like one of these ridiculous MTV shows where there are extreme social status'. Like the way it is in Mean Girls or most every 80's movie like Cant Buy Me Love or Breakfast Club. But again the hour is late and I must retire for the night......I shall continue on the morrow.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Ugh
Today was slow at work and yet I found myself really stressed out. My wife has a prescription program where the prescriptions are just sent to the house every 3 months. Unfortunate for us they are giving us the run around. We call, no answer. We leave messages, no call back. We call other people in connection with them, people seem confused. On top of this, I think there is a pipe with a leak at my mom's house that needs to be fixed, I dropped off one of my cars because the transmission is gone on a car which only has 45,000 miles on it. Its time like this I wonder, WHEN WILL I CATCH A BREAK??????
You ever feel like it never ends? You turn your life around, you stop being bad, you do what you are supposed to and it doesn't seem to matter because you just cant catch a break......you work all day, more than one job, you have no free time, you devote all your time to trying to to get ahead and it just seems like you get farther and farther behind.
Well, now that I have gotten all that off my chest...lol. So, since my last post I have had that drunken hillbilly's face stuck in my head. He had long dirty blond hair, a little bit above shoulder length. He had a thick goatee, and weathered facial skin. Kinda had the appearance of a guy who had been partying most of his life.
Prior to this incident with this unsavory character there was a major life changing experience. Around the age of 7 my mother and father got a divorce. I don't think that something like this has an immediate effect on a child, but I do feel like it has an effect. I don't think it bothered me right away, but I do feel as life went on that it did play a role in my life. I don't blame them for my poor choices, but I do feel as though it caused some deep seed in my inner most depths. Some sort of dark feelings in which I held on to. Maybe some anger, some sadness, some guilt. Again, this is something that I have never mentioned out loud to anyone before. Hmm, it seems as though i may end up spilling my soul on my blog. Hopefully no one gets offended, because that is not my intention. I just feel as though there is a lot of stuff that I have kept bottled up for along time. At this point, I would like to encourage anyone who might be afraid of what I might say next to kindly step away from the blog. I do plan on telling my story in full, and I do mean "in full." All the gory details of my life. Also, if anyone has questions along the way, feel free to ask them in the comments area.
Well, it is time for my to retire to my bed. Until we meet again.
You ever feel like it never ends? You turn your life around, you stop being bad, you do what you are supposed to and it doesn't seem to matter because you just cant catch a break......you work all day, more than one job, you have no free time, you devote all your time to trying to to get ahead and it just seems like you get farther and farther behind.
Well, now that I have gotten all that off my chest...lol. So, since my last post I have had that drunken hillbilly's face stuck in my head. He had long dirty blond hair, a little bit above shoulder length. He had a thick goatee, and weathered facial skin. Kinda had the appearance of a guy who had been partying most of his life.
Prior to this incident with this unsavory character there was a major life changing experience. Around the age of 7 my mother and father got a divorce. I don't think that something like this has an immediate effect on a child, but I do feel like it has an effect. I don't think it bothered me right away, but I do feel as life went on that it did play a role in my life. I don't blame them for my poor choices, but I do feel as though it caused some deep seed in my inner most depths. Some sort of dark feelings in which I held on to. Maybe some anger, some sadness, some guilt. Again, this is something that I have never mentioned out loud to anyone before. Hmm, it seems as though i may end up spilling my soul on my blog. Hopefully no one gets offended, because that is not my intention. I just feel as though there is a lot of stuff that I have kept bottled up for along time. At this point, I would like to encourage anyone who might be afraid of what I might say next to kindly step away from the blog. I do plan on telling my story in full, and I do mean "in full." All the gory details of my life. Also, if anyone has questions along the way, feel free to ask them in the comments area.
Well, it is time for my to retire to my bed. Until we meet again.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Daylight Savings Time?
So, daylight savings time is a pretty stupid thing if you ask me....we turn the clock ahead so that in the fall we can just turn it back. Why not just leave it alone. Only half the world acknowledges this.
Anyways...I was starting to hint at some of my life story earlier. I had stated that I was raised in the church but decided to walk a path of my own choosing. I think that my 16th birthday was probably the first thing that I can remember as making a "choice" to do something that I knew not to do. On my 16thy birthday I went to a near by convenient store and attempted to purchase cigarettes. Much to my surprise, they sold them to me. At this point I have to let you know again that I am 33. And at 33 I don't look my age, I look younger. So you can imagine me at the age of 16 when I actually looked like I was 12.
But this was a defining moment of me making poor choices. This wasn't actually the first predicament that i found myself in. There was a time when I was about 8 or 9 when a friend of my younger sister was having a birthday sleepover. I was aloud to be there...I don't remember why, but I was. Anyways, the mother of this girl had a drunken hillbilly of a boyfriend...if I was to guess, I would say that he was just released from prison. I remember him playing a guitar and making up songs which included me and cuss words and tons of other off color subjects that a child of that age should not be hearing about. I remember knowing that what he was saying was not right and offensive and at some point I found it in myself to spit on his face. How tough was I? I then remember him grabbing me by my shirt and pulling me in roughly telling me to wipe it off his face. After that he threw me aside. The whole birthday party spent the rest of the night keeping me hidden from this foul beast of man. I can still make out his face. Like a haunting vision. I never really spoke of this memory until this moment. Funny how things come to mind after so many years.
I did seem to find my self in rather odd circumstances growing up. This was the first of many interesting scenarios that are yet to come in later blogs.
Maybe I am getting off topic. I tend to do that so hopefully you can keep up with me.
Anyways...I was starting to hint at some of my life story earlier. I had stated that I was raised in the church but decided to walk a path of my own choosing. I think that my 16th birthday was probably the first thing that I can remember as making a "choice" to do something that I knew not to do. On my 16thy birthday I went to a near by convenient store and attempted to purchase cigarettes. Much to my surprise, they sold them to me. At this point I have to let you know again that I am 33. And at 33 I don't look my age, I look younger. So you can imagine me at the age of 16 when I actually looked like I was 12.
But this was a defining moment of me making poor choices. This wasn't actually the first predicament that i found myself in. There was a time when I was about 8 or 9 when a friend of my younger sister was having a birthday sleepover. I was aloud to be there...I don't remember why, but I was. Anyways, the mother of this girl had a drunken hillbilly of a boyfriend...if I was to guess, I would say that he was just released from prison. I remember him playing a guitar and making up songs which included me and cuss words and tons of other off color subjects that a child of that age should not be hearing about. I remember knowing that what he was saying was not right and offensive and at some point I found it in myself to spit on his face. How tough was I? I then remember him grabbing me by my shirt and pulling me in roughly telling me to wipe it off his face. After that he threw me aside. The whole birthday party spent the rest of the night keeping me hidden from this foul beast of man. I can still make out his face. Like a haunting vision. I never really spoke of this memory until this moment. Funny how things come to mind after so many years.
I did seem to find my self in rather odd circumstances growing up. This was the first of many interesting scenarios that are yet to come in later blogs.
Maybe I am getting off topic. I tend to do that so hopefully you can keep up with me.
Soooo Tired
So last night I had to turn my clock ahead due to daylight savings time. So that, in combination with working a lot leaves me very tired. I am up early as well because I am going to church.
I was raised my whole life in the church but chose to walk away for many years. I believed everything I ever heard in the church and all that the bible said as well. However, for 10 plus years I chose to walk the path of a rockstar. I wanted all that the world had to offer me but what I didn't realize was the ride that I was about to take. A virtual whirlwind of sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
But now that I have begun to suck you in, I have to pause. Because, like I said, I am going to church.
I was raised my whole life in the church but chose to walk away for many years. I believed everything I ever heard in the church and all that the bible said as well. However, for 10 plus years I chose to walk the path of a rockstar. I wanted all that the world had to offer me but what I didn't realize was the ride that I was about to take. A virtual whirlwind of sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
But now that I have begun to suck you in, I have to pause. Because, like I said, I am going to church.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
A New Day
Well, here I am again. Its a new day, the sun is shining and the temperature outside is slowly climbing. There was just a blizzard here yesterday and now today the sun is out and melting it away.
In the apartment complex in which I live I clear the sidewalks of snow for a little extra cash. Last night before my first blog post I used the snow blower and had one little mishap. I carelessly forgot to adjust the spout which directs where the snow will go. Due to this action I launched some snow on the side of an SUV. This caused a surly gentleman to come out of his apartment and cuss at me and tell me how I had launched snow all over his new car. I apologized feeling as though this man was about to beat the snot out of me.
My how times have changed for me. Several years ago I would have instigated this argument to a higher level. I was quite the hot head. Then again, I suppose my attitude back then had a lot to do with what I was doing and who I was hanging around. My father always told me, "you are who you hang around." I suppose that makes me a woman now, because I only ever hang out with my wife....just kidding.
Well, I have to go to work now. A long day of interesting people in which I can hopefully bring color too. Its a tattoo joke, did you get it?
In the apartment complex in which I live I clear the sidewalks of snow for a little extra cash. Last night before my first blog post I used the snow blower and had one little mishap. I carelessly forgot to adjust the spout which directs where the snow will go. Due to this action I launched some snow on the side of an SUV. This caused a surly gentleman to come out of his apartment and cuss at me and tell me how I had launched snow all over his new car. I apologized feeling as though this man was about to beat the snot out of me.
My how times have changed for me. Several years ago I would have instigated this argument to a higher level. I was quite the hot head. Then again, I suppose my attitude back then had a lot to do with what I was doing and who I was hanging around. My father always told me, "you are who you hang around." I suppose that makes me a woman now, because I only ever hang out with my wife....just kidding.
Well, I have to go to work now. A long day of interesting people in which I can hopefully bring color too. Its a tattoo joke, did you get it?
Friday, March 11, 2011
Where do I begin?
I have been wanting to start a blog for sometime...finally, here I am. Now the infamous question. Where do I begin? My story is something that one might expect to see in a movie. Lets start with the present.
I am a 33 year old tattoo artist. I have only been tattooing for 2 years seeing as it took me 30 years to get my life together. But, here I am. I am blessed to be married to the most amazing woman. We were married last June and we have just crossed over the 9 month mark in our marriage. We live in a cozy apartment but are hoping to buy a house in the near future. With that being said, I feel that we can begin.
This is just the introduction into my life. I will be unfolding my past as well as my present, but the hour is late and I just wanted to get my feet in the door. So, I will be back tomorrow.
I am a 33 year old tattoo artist. I have only been tattooing for 2 years seeing as it took me 30 years to get my life together. But, here I am. I am blessed to be married to the most amazing woman. We were married last June and we have just crossed over the 9 month mark in our marriage. We live in a cozy apartment but are hoping to buy a house in the near future. With that being said, I feel that we can begin.
This is just the introduction into my life. I will be unfolding my past as well as my present, but the hour is late and I just wanted to get my feet in the door. So, I will be back tomorrow.
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