Old Home Days

This is the last house I lived at. Since then it's been all apartments for me! 7636 Wendy Lane in Portage from 1988-1989. The only memory I have of living here is RUMEAL. I did kind of an old tour of the neighborhood we briefly lived in today alone. and it was odd. In 20 years nothing changes in residential areas, but holy shit commercial areas are insane. There are parts of Portage I do not recognize now.

Lacrosse doubleheader with Butch tomorrow and some hardcore self-discovery of course.

"Every day should be a good day to die." -- DMB

Marinate

From The Power of Now:

"Only a surrendered person has spiritual power. Through surrender, you will be free internally of the situation. You may then find that the situation changes without any effort on your part. In any case, you are free."

If anyone close to me really knows the source of so much of my angst, especially my non-job related angst in Buffalo, well, this passage from the book, to borrow from the ever-so-enlightened Flavor Flav, "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW."

Fuck negativity.

Hint, Hint:

The Holland Where You Can't Smoke Weed...

...Well you probably COULD, but yeah. It's illegal. Ralph continued his tour today in Holland, Michigan where Russell Edward lives. We went to see his lacrosse hangs, ate at the brewery, which is REALLLY fun when you are on prescription drugs that strictly prohibit alcohol intake. I had some coffee, some Klonopin and many, many laughs, but no beer!!!! It's been since whatever the Saturday after the Super Bowl was since I have had a beer. With the scripts indefinite, who knows if I will ever have another. I am making a lot of progress with the self-therapy and self-discovery. I am journalling a lot, reading a ton in "The Power of Now" (more like studying it), and thinking. My Dad has been good for just bouncing ideas off of when something does strike me in the text, but I am on my own with this, but already in two days I feel better and I feel, GASP, a twinge of enlightenment.

This was my journalling song, today at least.

The Ro-ad

Many of you don't know the backstory of the famous Ralph. We all know my brother is a huge pussy. Well, 20 years ago we were here in Kalamazoo at Mervyn's (kind of like Kohl's). Russ wanted this stuffed white dog. I can't even remember the things name, but, little Russ got his stuffed animal and I was too cool for the room. I wanted no part of a stuffed animal, I'm in fifth grade man, what kind of action am I getting if girls know I like stuffed animals?? (If you've seen my pics from fifth grade you'll know stuffed animals were the least of my concerns with the opposite sex). I wasn't letting on that the big brown eyes of one of the stuffed gorillas was stuck in my head, We came home and I couldn't stop thinking about that stuffed gorilla at Mervyn's. Freud would probably link this to my love of black women if he were still alive....ANYWAYS, Mom took me back to Mervyn's and I got my gorilla. His name is Ralph, he's been my inatimate BFF for 20 years, has slept with more girls than I have, and he's probably seen more of the world than a lot of you guys have. I took these pics on the road today because I know Kristin misses Ralph, but also because the drive to Kalamazoo is as exciting as testical surgery.

Live for NOW,

Kev

Before I Go

Just wanted to post this. David Gray has a song that pretty nearly word-for-word sums up where I'm at in my life. Gathering Dust...