i find myself feeling the urge to write. to start keeping a journal to use a orienting tool. I have so many ideas, so many thoughts that i want to go back to, that i want to implement, or inject into the practice of my craft, and i just let them go. Some go into practice, but most go by the wayside.

whiskey aside, i had a vacation a few weeks back. I took my son to Michigan to see my family, then left him for a few days with grandma while a friend and I went up to Canada to do some fishing. We came home a week later, but I just didn't feel revived from the vacation. In fact, my spirit was lower than it was before i left. My ex is falling apart ( Read more... )

so....my therapist suggested that while i'm going through this struggle with my son's mother I should write down all the things that get me mad. Well really there's only one thing that gets me mad...it's that skinny little polock slut who goes by the name of Dana...She a cunt of the first degree and afflicted by a major personality disorder. Have ( Read more... )

 Last week I came to the conclusion that it was time to close a chapter of my life and move on to a new one. My plan waas to take a few short vacations this month and get back to what comes natural. I've been struggling with my ex in regards to the well-being of my son. I see her as unstable and unpredictable and not the best enviornment for him to ( Read more... )

The world is a scary place. I can't trancend out from where I'm currently at to understand how I'd feel concurrently if I was not living in such a big metropolis, but every bit of information I recieve is swallowed while pinching my nose. Yesteday I heard that the city of Chicago wants to sell off the public's Dept. of Water to a private contractor ( Read more... )

Another October is coming and this year the change that life brings is more evident than ever. Usually something I look forward to all year, this season I have some trepidation about returning to camp. The boys are getting old and old drunks are seldom a good time. Last year we (all who sleep in the cabin) were woken up by Ernies moaning in the ( Read more... )

I've given up on my solution. Money does that to me, it makes me lazy and I sometimes feel I live much better without too much of it. When times are tough, I get tough; I eat better,  work harder, and never find it difficult to sleep. I keep my ear to the ground and seek out better ways to experience life. I to fool myself out of it and get back to ( Read more... )

Steady rain...nice to wake up to; nice to sleep in. I was taken back in a dream with a girl I used to know...in life, she made some bad choices but, in the dream she was a successful singer/songwriter.

Quiet house for a Saturday. Aidan stayed at his moms last night, I stayed up to watch that miserable hockey game. What a drag for Detroit fans, but ( Read more... )

 Dinner is a special time, a religious time alotted out of each day to nourish our bodies and our spirits. My son and I sit down for dinner together nearly every evening he's here. Our conversations always reflect upon the neccessities of life and for a three year old intellect our conversations run pretty deep... like the one day he told me he ( Read more... )

A new mantra has been working it's way into my thought stream.

I had a dream I met a girl that was from eastern europe...
just as we were getting to know one another her visa expired...

A fishing trip is on the radar...I don't think I've ever stayed out  alone without Shayla. By monday afternoon my traveling disposition should change.

Been looking ( Read more... )