Sorry

It's been a while. My life is like trying to fit 10 lbs of shit into a 5 lbs shit bag. So for the one or two kindred souls who care, here you go.

My life is like some weird trip.

It is crazy. My youngest baby has been in the hospital for the past 4 days. She got transfered to Fairfax and while I was walking in to do the paperwork a huge lime pulled up. One of the men in it was one of the first B-ball players I was ever exposed to, Curly Neal. Remember when the Globetrotters were on Scooby Doo? I do nearly 27 years after watching that episode. I ran to the gift shop and bought a camera to get a picture of myself with him. Unfortunately the cashier was an extremely old lady who liked to talk. By the time I got out of the shop, Curly was gone. All I have is the memory now. Shit, I should have at least shook his hand. All I could do was nod at him with a big grin. Man I am a retard.

There is nothing the Road cannot heal.

This chorus will not leave my subconscious. I think the supreme being might be telling me something, time to get going.

Need a new Muse

For the few people who read this, I have been uninspired. Life just revolves around work and kids. Need some insanity. Will write more when I am inspired.

I saw this bumper sticker today.

I could not find a picture of the sticker itself, but it is the same image. Come on people, seriously.

Could you be the one?

Life is complacent. Need a muse. Need to feel the wheels hitting the road. Inspiration is lacking. The cold is wearing away at my soul, I need to breathe in some fresh air. I have started seriously thinking about moving. It will be difficult, with job and kids here, but I have that itch. Maybe I just want to have a fresh slate to be able to write my history anew. Could be that the spirit of the universe is really pushing me that way, not sure. All I know is I am tired of being bored. Doubting that I was truly created for the rat race, I feel more akin to a gypsy. Enough of my lonely evening ideas.