https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0i9zLJnU3w
I was born in Baton Rouge.
Both my papa and my daddy worked and payed taxes.
They were productive members of society.
They provided for their families the best way they knew how.
They tried to be responsible citizens as best they understood.
Poor bastards. Have you ever been hungry?
Have you ever fished for breakfast? No fish, no breakfast.
Doodle bugs taste like salt lick.
The saying "it's better than nothing" applies.
And by daddy I mean the fella who paid my child support.
My papa was the man who loved my mom and took care of us.
The work ethic is ingrained in us from an early age. You take care of your own either directly or indirectly.
Feeding your family is your job.
We tend to eat anything that moves, or sits still. I seem to recall it was more because we had a big appetite built up in anticipation of a big fish than because we liked to eat possum or armadillo.
For some rural kids seeing people outside your immediate family is rare. Going to town is a celebration because it is an unusual event. Directions to our house included the phrases "and then the highway ends, and then the black top ends, and after the dirt road ends."
People say we talk funny and dress strange.
People are probably right.
Friday, August 21, 2015
Monday, August 17, 2015
Chapter one
I am a product of your society.
Let's start the beginning.
I was born. Of this I'm sure.
I have documents proving it. I was born December 18, 1964.
The Wright brothers first flew December 17th 1903.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wright_brothers
I think I was born an Airman.
My grandmother use to take me to the airport in Shreveport, Louisiana so I could watch the airplanes take off and land. http://flyshreveport.com/
She had a Volkswagen beetle and would splash the mud puddles on the way. As far as I can remember I have been telling people " look airplane! "
Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. I have said I wouldn't mind getting Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The first word is post. That means the trauma is over. The disorder is that it makes the person non-functional.
Now this second part is hear-say that is to say although I witnessed it I do not have confirmation or evidence.
My mother was heavily drugged during my birth. I was removed from her womb with forceps. The medical device left marks on my head that looks like horns.
Or I was born with horns.
I think my dad joined the Coast Guard and moved to Alaska.
I wanted to join the coast guard but I was too short.
You have to be 6 feet tall to join the Coast Guard.
That way can walk to shore if the boat sinks . Ha,ha.
That's my Coast Guard joke.
Those guys are awesome. http://www.uscg.mil/
Most people are mad at them because they tell them to put a life jacket on.
JD taught me about life preservers. He threw me out of a boat. Way out in shark infested waters. Then he told me to swim to shore.
He helped keep the sharks at bay buy driving the boat around me at high speeds. The wake made it challenging for me to swim.
He would occasionally ask me if he had advised me to wear my flotation device while aboard his vessel.
He did. I did not wear my flotation device. That was stupid. JD did not have time for stupid airmen. If I drowned he would have to fill out paper work. He hated paperwork. I wear my flotation device. He loved me. I think he still does.
Let's start the beginning.
I was born. Of this I'm sure.
I have documents proving it. I was born December 18, 1964.
The Wright brothers first flew December 17th 1903.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wright_brothers
I think I was born an Airman.
My grandmother use to take me to the airport in Shreveport, Louisiana so I could watch the airplanes take off and land. http://flyshreveport.com/
She had a Volkswagen beetle and would splash the mud puddles on the way. As far as I can remember I have been telling people " look airplane! "
Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. I have said I wouldn't mind getting Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The first word is post. That means the trauma is over. The disorder is that it makes the person non-functional.
Now this second part is hear-say that is to say although I witnessed it I do not have confirmation or evidence.
My mother was heavily drugged during my birth. I was removed from her womb with forceps. The medical device left marks on my head that looks like horns.
Or I was born with horns.
I think my dad joined the Coast Guard and moved to Alaska.
I wanted to join the coast guard but I was too short.
You have to be 6 feet tall to join the Coast Guard.
That way can walk to shore if the boat sinks . Ha,ha.
That's my Coast Guard joke.
Those guys are awesome. http://www.uscg.mil/
Most people are mad at them because they tell them to put a life jacket on.
JD taught me about life preservers. He threw me out of a boat. Way out in shark infested waters. Then he told me to swim to shore.
He helped keep the sharks at bay buy driving the boat around me at high speeds. The wake made it challenging for me to swim.
He would occasionally ask me if he had advised me to wear my flotation device while aboard his vessel.
He did. I did not wear my flotation device. That was stupid. JD did not have time for stupid airmen. If I drowned he would have to fill out paper work. He hated paperwork. I wear my flotation device. He loved me. I think he still does.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
God loves us
I am sure God loves us. He gave me working taste buds AND ice
cream. He gave me my wife and the
ability to experience and practice LOVE.
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