The Beginning...At Last.
This is the tale of a 28 year old fuck-up. Sure I have done some cool things in my life, but currently, I sit here unemployed, up late watching the magic that is TV on DVD. Magic. A word I use quite often in my daily life so I can only think I will use it a lot in the coming pages. Why? I think its because my outlook is that of someone who still believes in magic. Not so much pulling a rabbit out of a hat, but more someone who, for all my inherent cynicism, still looks at the world with wide eyed amazement. I am also a terrible typist so one would have to think that this really is some labor of love for me. Yet I am starting this project on a whim. Hell, if some chick can write a book about performing someone else's cookbook recipes, I think I got a shot. It may be a blog. It may be a short story that sits on my computer for years until i finally admit defeat and delete it. Or perhaps someone is reading this. If you are, thanks for coming along, Let me introduce myself in a little more detail for you.
I consider myself boring, yet people gravitate to me at gatherings.
I have good stories, yet the credit for the situations they come from often goes to someone else.
I have never smoked a cigarette, nor have I ever been drunk.
I have never had a one night stand, but I may have fucked your wife.
I didn't go to college, yet I have taught graduate professors.
I have never indulged in any narcotics, yet I have been to prison.
It has not been a rough life. Honestly most of the challenges I have faced I have brought on myself. I would love to say that those words are true of everyone, but it just isn't the case. Some have to fight the harshest of adversities: Bad neighborhood, racism, parental misguidance and so on. I come from a Utopian suburb in Connecticut. As a straight white male brought up by two loving parents whom are still together, I cant say I had a whole lot of barriers in my way. No, the only issues were my own. This is not a biography so much as a lesson to be learned. I am not sure entirely what that lesson is, but it should be neat getting there.
Audio Version with bonus insights below:
The%20Beginning...At%20Last.mp3
Featuring "Come Right In" by Dave Rude Band from their EP Carry Me Home. Available at www.myspace.com/daverudeband
I consider myself boring, yet people gravitate to me at gatherings.
I have good stories, yet the credit for the situations they come from often goes to someone else.
I have never smoked a cigarette, nor have I ever been drunk.
I have never had a one night stand, but I may have fucked your wife.
I didn't go to college, yet I have taught graduate professors.
I have never indulged in any narcotics, yet I have been to prison.
It has not been a rough life. Honestly most of the challenges I have faced I have brought on myself. I would love to say that those words are true of everyone, but it just isn't the case. Some have to fight the harshest of adversities: Bad neighborhood, racism, parental misguidance and so on. I come from a Utopian suburb in Connecticut. As a straight white male brought up by two loving parents whom are still together, I cant say I had a whole lot of barriers in my way. No, the only issues were my own. This is not a biography so much as a lesson to be learned. I am not sure entirely what that lesson is, but it should be neat getting there.
Audio Version with bonus insights below:
The%20Beginning...At%20Last.mp3
Featuring "Come Right In" by Dave Rude Band from their EP Carry Me Home. Available at www.myspace.com/daverudeband
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