Chapter and Verse

I was working on a “Boom Boom” Mancini post (not about the famous fight with Duek Koo Kim but his first title bout against Alexis Arguello) but I was hit with a Runtime C+ + error. Yes, I am nerdy enough to type some of this nonsense into Word before I paste shit into my blog.

Nerd!

If I try the boxing post again, it will not be until Monday. I’m gonna try not to write anymore new B.S. posts over the weekend unless something on Meet the Press really gets to me. I know a few other dorks who read this thing (Michael, Chris & DC) wait all week for that show like me and may care to respond to such crap as well.

For the most part I will use Saturdays to post new pieces of fiction (although the short story draft I’m working on currently will not be ready for this Sat)

DUE TO THE BIG FUCKING BIG DRAG SHOW!

…oh, for anyone interested I can’t get a straight answer as to the price at the door. The best Otto’s would give me is “between $7 & $10”

I am prepared to say that bigDrag is ready to give the audience $10 worth of rock, but I understand if there are some who would rather see that money go to their liver enlargement funds.

Writing in the blog is not a pure pleasure, but it is a wonderful crutch. It has sufficiently replaced smoking in my life and for that I am truly grateful.

My other writing has suffered recently. It has not suffered in terms of quantity, I do it almost everyday. But much of it sucks. Much of it is not readable. Much of it is an embarrassment to even me and I have balls bigger than Texas. Anyone who has been involved in a project with me knows that I am willing to put almost anything out there and see what happens. I care nothing for reputation, at least when it comes to art or whatever.

Hell, I was the pukey guy on stage.

I’m hoping that by reworking some of these two-draft, pretty-close-but-not-real-literature short stories over the next few months will jump start something in my head and hard drive.

We’ll see.

Sometimes I lash out with the blame game in my head (if it’s in my head, is it really lashing out?)

Well I have pathetic thoughts, pangs of jealousy about those who have more opportunities to write or whatever. It’s just part of the excuse farm that is my life and I know I am not unique in this regard. I’m not saying ‘oh, fucking feel sorry for me boo hoo hooo, fucking hoo’

Writing, being a writer (or worse) thinking you are a writer can lead a man to mistake the blessings in his life.

So, the next fucking time I come home and start pissing and moaning (even in my own pissy & moany head) that there are so many distractions around here, people bouncing in and out, friends, kids, family obligations, noise, tumult…

I have to remember these things, along with the love and knowledge that comes from faith and a prayer life in Jesus, are what make my life worth living.

I must remember this, especially when I am writing and Alex is in his playland by himself or with his crew getting nutty. Even the screaming is not bad and if I am thinking rightly, should not be thought of as a distraction. They are alive. They live with a joy that should be a reminder and never, never thought of as anything remotely resembling a nuisance.

“Let the little children come to me. Do not shut them off. The reign of God belongs to such as these. Trust me when I tell you that whoever does not accept the kingdom of God as a child (does) will not enter into it.” (Luke 18: 16-17)

And Alex’s friend Luke is totally right about this. The kid is wise beyond his years. Hell ole Bookface edP is already quoting him chapter and verse.