I always said that “my momma didn’t raise no quitter”, but lately I have been proving that statement false. … Continue reading Quitter
I feel like I’m doing more work now. Getting more done than just “getting wasted”, or “hanging out”. Not that I don’t miss those times. They were great, and I learned a ton. I learned that I’m thirty-years-old, and I haven’t climbed a mountain. I haven’t discovered a cure for anything, or saved a single life. I haven’t written the great American novel, or started a business of any kind. I haven’t even recorded an album, at least not one that any lage amount of people have heard. I haven’t changed anyone’s life or even created a life. Continue reading Life After 30: Where are the drugs?
So in less then 48 hours I will have been out of the womb for thirty years. It’s amazing I honestly did not think I would have made it this long. I’m fighting the urge to write out my last will and testament. Even though I will be getting on a air plane for the first time ever. I always used to joke and claim that my grandmother said “If the Lord wanted me to fly-he’d put wings on my butt!”. Now she probably never said that but after her death I began drunkenly crediting her for all sorts of little sayings that she probably never said. Her death was hard on me, that woman raised me practically my whole life. Not to short change my mother, I was a pretty head strong child and spent most of my time with my grandmother simply because she let me get away with more misbehaving. Continue reading Say it ain’t so ma!