Fa Real

Wow, this how far out of practice I am… Im writing in Microsoft 2010 on a laptop that should be considered a typewriter at this point. I would write directly onto my blog but what typewriters have internet access to all you smarty pants who were just thinking that. Don’t get me off topic. I really had something to say; at least enough to move me to use this ancient artifact (Ryan I need the laptop back that you were supposedly fixing!) to do what I like to refer to as writing. I believe this should work as my introduction… I can feel you salivating for what I am going to say next you greedy degenerates. Now that that is out of the way I will get started, assuming I remember what it was I was going to get started on in the first place. All joking aside this is a happy post (I have to keep all of the murderous, violent ones to myself for legal reasons, you can understand). Life is an interesting experiment if you will. I’m asking you to allow me to refer to life as an experiment. A scientific experiment: with a hypothesis, data, results, all that bullshit. If you were to look at my life in its entirety that little line graph we use when gaging such data would be by all intents and purposes unreadable; it would be all over the place. What I mean by that is that I have had my up’s and my down’s, mostly downward on the hypothetical graph I just described. Now I look at my station in life and I can’t help but be floored! I turned into a decent human being, not that I always wanted to be one because society is a bunch of homegrown bullshit fed to the masses. But low and behold here I am eating that bullshit, feeding on that bullshit, having daily shits that relieve me of that bullshit! But hey, I aint mad at me. We adapt or die. I chose to adapt. Let’s not get it twisted, I’m still George Harold Anderson the motherfuckin IV. Just a little less emphasis on the “motherfuckin”. I can still drink with the best of em and still carry a mean left hook but I can also go and watch my daughter play softball and/or gymnastics. Instead of trolling bars to collect teeth I now troll softball fields to collect high fives and fist bumps. I guess this written word is a reflection on my journey in life. At this time 12 years ago I was living behind an abandoned Circuit City in Tulsa Oklahoma wondering where my next meal was going to come from. Now I’m looking at a deck my friend and I just built, a shed I built, a gangster ass treehouse I built for my daughters, a trampoline, and a fire pit in the backyard that burns away all my prior indiscretions. I also put up a hammock which I never use. I put it up not to lay in but more the fact that I know I can lay in it any time I want to. That my friends is not happiness, but contentment. I’m writing this beautiful ode to the life we are so fortunate to have. I tried suicide twice…. Makes me that much more thankful to be living. Peaces and Creases