Most everything in this world has a purpose. It is defined as the reason for which something exists. What happens when something no longer has a purpose? We throw it away, donate it to a thrift store, or stuff it in the back of a closet. I no longer have a purpose. Not long ago … Continue reading Purpose

Once vibrant, funny, full of life now relegated to a fleshy prison. Solitary confined thoughts creep ever deeper into my cell. Family become visitors, guards, and warden of an unseen pen. No miracle parole. No penance. No escape save for the dark tunnel. The oppressiveness of this place weighs heavier on my soul than any … Continue reading Waiting for Death

It's been months since my ability to walk and work became cripplingly compromised. Going from a physically demanding lifestyle to a sedentary dependency has been one of the most difficult transitions of my life. My days are little more than one continuous cycle of sleep, TV, social media, eat, and repeat. One unexpected side effect … Continue reading Crippling Silence

There was a time when every man and woman believed OUR country to be the greatest in the world. This belief didn't necessarily rest on our military might, our national wealth, or our healthcare system. The belief that The United States of America is the greatest country in the world primarily rested on the idea … Continue reading Barely Mediocre

Today is one of those days that irk the living shit out of me. It's Martin Luther King Jr. Day and it irritates me to no end that I am irritated by this. Normally MLK day comes and goes with a moment of reflection about what he, and so many others, sacrificed to promote their … Continue reading Me Too…

While I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis over 13 years ago, it was only a minor inconvenience until the last few months. I have always been a physical worker as a construction worker and country folk. Now I have become "disabled" due to MS damage to my spinal cord. I have lost hand strength, dexterity, … Continue reading Crippled life problems…

While I don't hate Tarantino films, I don't blindly love them either. The Hateful Eight could be renamed The Hateful Nine, at least in my living room this evening. I am not sure if it was the gratuitous use of the "N" word or the pedantically tedious dialogue that propels the plot at half of … Continue reading Impromptu movie review—The Hateful Eight

I was a pretty normal guy early on. Naive about the world in many ways, but threw myself in to the hell fire of the world to see what I could accomplish.