This is definitely not what I expected growing up. Small town, peace, quiet & all the time in the world, to do whatever I want. But why write? I had aspirations of being a Los Angeles Laker. Those quickly died when I realized 5’7″ is my endgame. Why write? Probably because I’ve thrown my broken back out twice. Once playing golf. And another time bowling. Writing appears to be more my speed. BUT WHY AM I WRITING?
1.) Because sentence structure is important!
2.) It’s been a passion of mine since the age of 13.
3.) I like sharing? Sometimes….
4.) My therapist said so….
5.) These “stoner” ideas/thoughts have to be put to paper! If for nothing else, someone to tell me I’m brilliant. Yes, like most of you, I have an ego that needs to be stroked on occasion.
Izabella Irene, Ayanna Jean & Eva Roze….. Most importantly, even when I don’t know what I’m doing, if there’s a hint of good in my actions, it’s because of you three ladies. We may not speak as often as I’d like. And I may have been the cause of some trust issues. I’m not naive. I’ve done plenty to hurt the feelings of you & your mothers. I spent alot of time trying to be right. When I should have been focused on doing the right thing. Situations were fluid & flowing fast. I was the immovable, unyielding, boulder. And for that, I apologize. This is me, reaching out to you on another platform. Because sometimes emails, texts & phone calls don’t get returned. Sometimes, words ring hollow. These will keep me accountable. That being said…. This isn’t gonna be some sappy shit. Not my style. So, my first act as a “novice” blogger, given the season, is holler at my kids a lil bit more.
Izzy, don’t you piss off college with that complacency! You’re lazy & obsessed with the snapchat & instagram. You’re also too damn intelligent for average grades. There’s a correlation between being successful in college & earning power. You like money right? Then stop limping to the finish line.
Ayanna, hate me if you must. Ignore me as long as you need to. But at some point, you will have to contact me. Unless, you’re gonna skip out on a free college education, you will call & talk to me within a year. When you do, ensure you have everything you want to say or ask, written down. If that’s not appealing, we can get down like it’s “Festivus.” If you don’t know that holiday, ask your mom.
Eva-Bear, I really don’t know what to say to you here. We live together now. Three months as of tomorrow. And I couldn’t be happier. You are a breath of life in this home; Your home. Every hug, smile or smartass comment I receive from you, inspires me to be the best Dad I can be that day. Thank you for holding me accountable. I’m looking forward to helping you through this new journey you’re on.
Gentlemen & ladies…. This is just the first one; An introduction. Please remain patient. I assure you, I’ll share more interesting things: Recipes, pictures, thoughts, bicycle rides, photos, how my disease (SAPHO syndrome) is kicking my ass on occasion, how I’m kicking it’s ass (more often than not), stories of single fatherhood & perhaps even a few dating stories. Thanks for reading. Be well. Peace.
“I did what I had to do. And saw it through without exemption….” –Frank Sinatra