Truth is Truth

Whever it is found
Whoever is sharing it

Tuesday, November 27, 2007



Dreams… I like them.

The feeling in the morning when you’re awake but still in touch with the surreal world you’ve just visited. Emotions and feelings not attached to words. You’re not there anymore but you’re not here yet. You leave the dream plane and walk towards the terminal of reality with a quiet subtle euphoria drifting away…


“How ya feeling this morning?”
“Ya sleep alright?”

It’s gone…
Can’t even remember what you were dreaming about. Words attach to your thoughts like a virus and in a split second you’re back to the limited scheduled, ruled, world of reality.


Thursday, November 22, 2007

A Thanksgiving Day saunter

My original intentions today were to sit down and to write a long essay of all of the things wonderful about this day and perhaps rattle off a list of things that I am thankful for.

But really, I just think that I'll do a quick "thanks" to all of you for your support this past year. I have encountered a lot of kindness from so many people that I would never have expected.

Some that I assumed would never speak to me again have come out of the woodwork. You are wonderful…and with no termite damage at all….

One year ago, if anyone had told me that I would be here in this situation…. well… actually I would not have been that surprised. Of course, I may not have been able to call it happening like this, but I am still not surprised.

Let's take an overview:

I returned to Kennesaw as a base of operations among family and friends…
A hot little happening place outside of a hot big happening place
(you just have to wade through the thick barrier of traffic, smog, and road rage)

I re-started my academic career…
Writing and Philosophy were things already present in my life, so why not have some formal training, eh?

I cracked into Stand-up comedy…
Joined with above academic pursuits, who knows who how this will shape my new careerI've started freelancing as a private investigator…oh an odd freakin' way to make money on the side…but studying during a stake-out is a clever use of time…

I have retired from Radio…
Let's be honest here. I unfortunately left radio years ago and foolishly happened into sales instead of focusing on my own on-air career

I am taking a stab at Improv Comedy…
Damn….not as easy as it sounds… but then again, I have always been overly self-critical And somehow I am now trusted to be a "manny" and the voice of reason for a ten year old little girl, a fourteen year old boy, and a nineteen year old… and yet people are always nervous when I get into a room full of twenty-one year old girls….. oh yeah…they should be…

I am now eight days away from being completely debt-free and having a bank full of cash chapter closes and life now on my least there is that…

Most importantly, I have built a long list of friends- some of which I never thought would be in my world again. And some that I never thought would grow into genuinely nice people to have on my side in this life

No man is a failure that has friends

So yeah
Between the friends, the comedy, the cigars, the scotch, and the hookers, I have got a sitcom, a book, and a stand-up routine all right here that I dwell in on a daily basis.

Thanks for those of you that have laughed with me, drank with me, sexed with me, and learned from me and taught me…

Hey, I love you all so much that I want to take you behind the middle school and get you pregnant….

(yep chris wrote another long one after all… what a freakin' puss)

Happy Thanksgiving!


Thursday, November 8, 2007

This has been one of those days....

That is how a lot of sad-sap stories start off....

"woah is me"

"this isn't fair"

"why do these things always happen to me???"

"I'm not even supposed to be here today!"

Today is a good day. Blissful, some would say...

One of those days when things line up and you just "know"... ya know?

A couple of things happened.

And, sometimes I forget
(and have allowed others to make me falsely believe otherwise)
just how incredibly charmed my life is....

I got mad skills and I always seem to take my focus off of it somehow.....

Today was a reminder, a hint, of my magnificent possibility that is always just hangin' around.... waiting for me to reach over a grab it... and run with a horse just grazing and wondering if I'm ever gonna sling that saddle back up there again... poor thing... I just keep forgetting about it.....

But, heh heh... Today I saw things lining up again... just like it is supposed to... without the musty, knotted ropes of misery tethering me down. Weighing-actually pulling- me down.

I forgot that I am Golden...

I didn't beat cancer for nothing, right?

Yesterday I woke up to a wimpy tune in the air:
How am I supposed to start fresh when my past just keeps reaching into my future
and pulling me into my present

Today, I was startled to:
Doing easily what others find difficult is talent;
doing what is impossible for others is genius.

And, throughout the day.... I could hear the bouncy and repetitive tune:
Your intelligence is measured by those around you;
if you spend your days with idiots you seal your own fate.
(that makes me laugh)

But finally tonight as I realize what is ahead for me.... I have to remember:
Talent is God-given. Be humble.
Fame is man-given. Be grateful.
Conceit is self-given. Be careful.

So, let's remember to be mindful, now...

Good times,
Good times indeed