Future burns bright.

I stand in the driveway looking at the stars. It's an adolescent beleif that you can be an individual and be going on to greater things. It may be unrealistic to assume that all people have the propencitiy to profoundly affect a vast socio-economic array for the rest of time. But, I would like to. I have never been able to let go of that feeling. I would get a typical "stable" job and be in bed early, work out more, and eat better, but instead, have decided that this journey is more than just the breaths I take. Money doesn't come as easily as anyone would like. Work is how you afford to live. Life is how you learn to love. And, as clearly as I can see, love is the only reason to work for life.

One of many co-workers/characters/friends

The after work late night excursions with coworkers may be the best part of my job. Food and beverage workers may rival small countries in their decadent consumption of booze and a few controlled substances. My coworker and friend was in the armed forces as a bomb specialist and may have one of the quickest wits on the planet. I think we get along well based on a mutual respect for one another. This is why anyone gets along, I suppose. The race to decode and disarm each others sense of humor is too tempting a challenge to ignore. He is too tall for as much as he drinks and slumps against the bar with the curve of the moon in his back when he's not dancing over the hardwood floors of "Fiddlers" like a wounded vulture preparing itself for its last meal. He refers to his arms in the way a body builder would. He's dubbed those wiry things, "The Captain & Tennille." I'm sure he'll be featured on this blog in lo-fi audio very soon, so I wanted any reader out there to have a little bit of him to which you could refer.

An introduction

The last of my grandparents may be on her deathbed, in Maryland. Everything I have worked so hard to build in this San Franciscan life may be under the very same sheets. I believe I may have met a woman that suits my idiom more perfectly than any other, but, as it goes, she lives in London. She is there right now. My older brother is leaving the American military that he so cherishes. He has just adopted a dog and moved into a new place in San Diego. My 17 year old brother is just starting his true-love life and has had my teenage antics as a keystone in his ideologies. He is in Annapolis. My father is married to a woman who won't let me past the threshold of her house in Oakland, unless I apologize to her for being frustrated one time long ago. (they are both in Oregon at a Shakespeare festival. Oh, and I'm not ever going to step foot in their house) I am a passionate man who wears a baseball cap to work where I serve deep fried "Cajun" food to unsophisticated tourists who abuse plausible deniability when it comes to customary American standards in gratuity. This is my family and they are a very large part of where I am, even if they aren't here with me. I am a Musician. I am trying to be a man as well.

I write these words as an outlet, a self expression, and hopefully they hold sentiments that may light upon the heart of anyone who feels lost or alone, is full of life in a life left lifeless, or who feels as though they've been broken and glued back together with some pieces in the wrong place or missing entirely. And with that I present to you, The Excitable Boy.