One thing that I have learned, and keep getting reminded of every day like a freaking mule kicking me in the head is that peace (to me anyhow) can only be found in my own head. You could be in freaking combat, stuck on a plane with a screaming kid next to you, at a funeral or, hell, being robbed and still keep your shit together. It has take a long freaking time to get to this point and crap on a cracker I get tested to my limits everyday. Buy the breaking point would be: well fuck it I’m gonna get some supplies, canoe and float my ass to Cuba sorta fuck it plan, maybe after all Castro is a actual cool guy, at least they have salsa dancing. The moral is we all have challenges and we all need a mental “Alamo”, a plan (crazy as shit as it may be) but sometimes in our current life there is never a physical refuge only a place in our minds! And I’m not above floating there, probably would die trying but I bet I’d have some laughs along the way.
Published by drewstram
This is my first time writing a blog, really the first time writing anything public (sure it shows...don't be so judgeie, jezz). I'm 43 and should be divorced in about a month, haven't heard nor seen her in well over a year so I sorta forget I'm still married. I'm basically at a crossroads in my life. Not like Ralph Machio in the movie 'Crossroads", think a lot less deals with the devil, guitars, and gravel roads, actually nothing like that. This is gonna be either a epic story of a come back or one great big train wreck. Lots of stories to tell and I hope some are entertaining. Maybe it will be an example of what not to do with your spare time. Thanks for stopping by. View more posts