In my short time here I think I've gotten a lot of things done. I was selected as one of the top fifteen brightest children in my school district in second grade and was permitted to attend an accelerated class of fourteen others until fifth grade. I have learned to not beat my wife... the hard way. I have lost and gained my mother. I know what it is to lose and find myself. I ran a full length marathon when I was fifteen. Shortly beforehand I realized that around the seventeenth mile I had run I would get so fucking high. I have heard it called "hitting the wall" and I recommend it to everyone. I know what it is like to be addicted. I filled out my college entrance forms at sixteen. I've spent time incarcerated. I have totalled two vehicles and am on to the twelvth car I've bought. I've been to the U.S. Marine Corps boot camp at Parris Island, South Carolina. I've been kicked out of the U.S. Marine Corps boot camp at Parris Island, South Carolina. I have found my niche in the rat race. I have beaten mule and I will answer any challenge in a beer swilling contest. And then I will win. I have come to learn I hate beer and coffee, foul and filthy tasting beverages. I have come to learn that cold cafe mochas and long island iced teas aren't as bad tasting as the rest of the like. I have come to learn anything is possible with effort or time if not both. I know what love isn't. More importantly, I'd like to think I know what love is. Surprisingly, you don't have to like a person to love and respect that person. There is a seething and black cancerous sore in my soul because I know what it is to hate. Above all I know what good art looks like, I know what good music sounds like, I know what good food and drink tastes like, I know when I smell something I like, and I know to touch things just so I can feel their temperature-- texture-- viscosity-- or lack thereof. Curiously enough, I have learned you can find all those things in a woman. What I tell people is that good or bad, all of the things that have come into or gone out of my life have made me who I am. As a conscious adult, so long as I look in the mirror and like who I see, then all of those great and terrible things were necessary. If I should happen to not like who I see, it is up to me. It is my responsibility to change what it is that is so distasteful to my eye. |