Please don’t take this as advice. I’ll never be the guy writing a self help book……..
My words of advice ……..”Don’t wash the cast iron skillet. Don’t drink and drive cause you’ll spill it……If there’s a hole inside you fill it……”.
It’s Memorial Day weekend….. Thank you for your service.
I bet those boys and girls who gave it all never planned to have a bomb in the sand and to sleep forever in their dress blues……Why can’t there be one love and one world? Why does religion , politics and the opiate of the masses have to kill fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, brothers and sisters with a bright future for a “cause.” Glory hallelujah you are in our thoughts and prayers? t’s Obvious l’m antiwar. I hate anything that puts a boot on my neck……. peace y’all …. thats the answer ….
SO, Stick it up your ass with your useless thoughts and prayers!
It’s decoration day…….. A day to honor those who gave it all…….. For what? I do not know, but I respect the fact that they believed in something enough to die for…….At this point in my life nothing is worth dying for. Even though some mornings I want to eat a buckshot breakfast I know that it’s just a euphemism for the shitty day I’m having. I’m a glutton for punishment and I don’t give up that easily!
Lately I have been reflecting on what is truly “a life worth living” looks like. A long time ago a therapist asked me this question. All I could think was “this guy is SO full of shit even his eyes are brown!”
I’ve WAS the type of guy that walked into a therapy session and would make the therapist sit on the couch while I sat in their chair. Maybe take notes also on a yellow legal pad! I was that calloused……
I’m not that guy anymore……
I’ve realized that I’m still analog and the world has gone digital…… Gone are the days where you could hang yourself with the phone cord….. Phone cords are GONE along with the ability to memorize everyones phone number. I long for those days again…..The world is no longer carbuerated. It has become a fuel injected world. No need to tinker and find the perfect fuel to air mixture. AND constantly have to adjust the ratio.
Fuel injection does that for you. It’s sad. You don’t need to have the ability to fix things ……OR fix YOURSELF.
Everyone just wants to look happy on instagram, social media and TIK TOK? holy fuck! I grew up with a textbook, a polaroid camera and the ability to fend for myself……
Friend lists?????? Friend counts????? I know people that have “friends” they’ve never even met! Just to boost their “friend count” on social media? It makes no sense to me! Everybody is SO happy on social media. but in reality it’s all bullshit and the people who put on the happiest face are usually the most miserable. ( I know this through personal experience!)
People have become chameleons . They change colors to suit the situation at hand…… Whatever suits them best and is most advantageous to them at that moment…..They try to ignore the elephant in the room…… It’s not real! It’s just their current supply at that moment in time. The narcissistic world we live in scares the holy living shit out of me. Empathy is non existent. It’s become a take take take world. People live inside their phones. Real conversation is gone. It’s become a world of text …….. Generation text……I truly believe that empathy does not exist anymore!
That’s not me. What you see is what you get. Kind of like black licorice. You either love it or hate it.
I’m just trying to keep it between the ditches called life like everyone else. And when the bus ends up in the ditch I’m gonna get it out before the morning light so nobody sees what I’ve done. Down here in the dirty south we get about a week of spring and the summer is blistering…… You gotta get the work done before the light of day, or you’ll die in a pool of sweat!
“We all get lost out here, the deepest ditches line the righteous path. God said hold my beer. He made a man so he could watch and laugh.” Thanks Jason. Probably the most profound verse in music EVER!
ALL of my “friends ” I’ve at least had some sort of social interaction face to face with. EVERY single one…… Not just some random who “friends” me on social media. I choose my friends wisely. I don’t let many people into my “circle of trust.”
I’ve actually put a price tag on friendship……….
I have 5 dollar friends, 50 dollar friends and 50,000 dollar friends….The 50,000 dollar ones are my REAL friends. The five and fifty scurry away into the next aisle at Publix so they don’t need to have to have a face to face interaction with me!
I’m drawn to the outcasts, losers, addicts and freaks . I root for the underdog. I don’t switch sides or align myself with the winning team because that’s what suits the situation the best at the current moment. I stay true to my roots and beliefs.I will never be a traitor! I’ll never let another man put his knee on my neck and choke the life out of me…….Take the righteous path ya’ll. Be better tomorrow than you are today! Don’t hurt anyone and try not to hurt yourself!
My good friends would show up with a full tank of gas in a 4 wd truck, some dirty carpet to roll the body up in and two shovels to help dig the hole! And if you who are reading this AND are a true friend than THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!
That’s the difference between analog and digital……Analog is made with your own two hands and your own mind. Digital is created for you so you don’t have to THINK anymore.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m the last of my kind……..because I don’t clap on the one and the three.
About a year ago to the day I did something really stupid, but ALSO the coolest thing I’ve ever done in my life! One morning……June 11, 2024 I was hung over like a BIG DOG. I felt like Hammered dogshit. ( my birthday is June 10.)
I got up and looked on “Facebook marketplace” for a “vintage Willys jeep. “( I thought it would be cool to be a beach ride.) and then this old vintage Porsche popped up. I bought for the license plate frame……It said “Brumos Porsche Jacksonville FLA.” . It was broken, bruised, rusty as fuck and had two black eyes. It had had the shit beaten out of it. It needed some love. The guy who sold it to me said something that hit me hard……. ” I know you’re the guy who will love her and bring her back to life. Because I can’t.”
It was the worst decision but also the best decision I’ve ever made.
I will never be the guy who buys something that some other idiot put the pain and anguish into just so they can be cool.It’s all about the journey for me. Not the destination.
Cool is earned. Not bought. I’ll have more into its than what’s its worth when it’s finally done…..It’s got no AC and a AM radio. And thats what I need. Analog. Not digital…….But I made her my own, and thats worth every god damn penny!
AND I’ll feel like James fucking DEAN when I finally get to drive it down A1A for oysters and a cold beer!
So here’s where we get to the part about trying to find second gear in an old German car.
Most people nowadays CAN’T drive a stick shift. It’s a lost skill. The fuel injected world has lost the knowledge. Knowledge is earned, not given. All I need is a skateboard to drop that engine…… 95 HP of pure bliss! That’s knowledge! It’s earned through busted knuckles , blood , sweat and tears.
If you’ve ever owned or driven an old German car then you know reverse is to the left and UP……. First gear is down , and second gear is up! And third is down. IF YOU MISS SECOND ON THE WAY UP YOU GO STRAIGHT TO FOURTH GEAR!
WELL, that shit don’t work….. missing second gear and sliding into fourth is just a bad idea! You WILL sputter to the side of the road. You’ll flood that engine with too much fuel and not enough air! Frustrated and pissed! That old German car ain’t gonna run. You will have to sit on the side of the highway and wait for that old car to adjust itself so it can start again! The fuel needs to evaporate before you can continue trying to keep it between these ditches called life!
Even at 55 I’m still trying to master second gear again. That way I can slide into third, then ram it into fourth ……Fourth gear is when you find “tranquillo.’ You’re in the groove and cruising down the highway with a huge smile! Kind of like the pig in the old progressive commercial……. with the pinwheels hanging out the window screaming “Wheeeeeee! wheeee! Wheeeeeeeee!”
Find second gear before you ram it into fourth y’all …….AND GO BE HAPPY LIKE THE FIRST DAY OF SUMMER VACATION !
livin' before dyin' 