Memoir Monday: Concerts

So to understand more about me you must know that I love going to concerts.  No, not Skynyrd style concerts.  The ones where people scream at you and whatnot.  That's not the only type of concert i go to, but certainly the majority I go to are like that.  Yeah I know what you're thinking; "this guys an emo."  No I am most certainly not.  I like girls only, and I'm scared of razors. Also, I love my life.  It's awesome.

Anyway, I really like concerts.

I remember this one in particular in Tulsa.  Some of my favorite bands were playing (ADTR), and a lot of my friends were there.

Some of my friends had formed a "circle pit" and were doing what some might call hardcore dancing.  I.E. windmill, picking up change, punching midgets, and all that jazz.

I decided I wanted to join in the mayhem so I started my way over to where my friends were.  Out of nowhere this very short, but very muscular, dude came out of nowhere, and was demolishing anyone that got in his way.  He was strutting around and taunting everyone like he owned the place.  He wanted a challenger.

When I got to the edge of the circle I looked at my friend Jon and said, "who does this guy think he is?"

Next thing I know he's running full speed at us.  We hit him.  He stumbled and fell over.

HE IS PISSED NOW!!!

I guess he thought that it was my friend Bill that hit him.  So he starts to charge Bill.  Too bad he didn't know Bill had started at the linebacker position for my high school football team.  My friend Bill shoved him straight to the ground, and immediately after sensing his masculinity had come into question he started talking "smack" and got in my friends face.

Some of his buddies tried to step in too.  Well since Bill is my friend I felt the need to step in myself.  So I elbowed the guy next to me, and got in the dudes face.  After that about ten of our other friends stepped in.  Which I was very thankful for.  Because you see......I'm what my friend Travis likes to call a "flat belly."

Once the dude with short man syndrome saw he was outnumbered, he left.

I thought I was going to get stabbed.  Thank goodness I didn't.  Cause that would hurt, and blood makes me queasy. 

Fighting To Understand

 

The more and more I learn...

The more and more I'm confused...

And...

The more and more I long for innocence and simplicity.

Who do you listen to these days anyway?

Everyone has their own agenda it seems...

Who's right and who's wrong?

One thing I do know is that there is one authority I can trust.

I guess I better rely on it for all the answers to the tough questions.

So here's to sorting through all the garbage...

And to finding those little nuggets of truth that keep fueling me on.

Memoir Monday: My First Try

Well I thought my fist shot at Memoir Monday should be a story about Travis, our buddy T-mo, and I from back in the day.

We were sort of trouble makers (okay not really), but we did have a lot of fun. We have a tradition around here that every year we go rabbit hunting. None of us ever have license's, but we live in a very small town. We just go to some family friends' land or something like that. No big deal.

Anyways, there is a beautiful blanket of snow on the ground and we're just itching to get out of there. I think Travis may have actually had a rash because he was itching more than the rest of us, but that's another story. We decided to get out and start hunting super early that day (11 am). We got there dressed in our snow gear, and we're ready to go. I had borrowed my dad's old snow suit so I looked like a mechanic from the 70's. Yeah i was looking pretty fly.

We started traipsing around and within just a few minutes we had already shot one. We were feeling pretty good about hunting that day because we never get one that quickly. As it turned out we weren't that lucky after all. It was probably a good hour or so before we got another one. I was granted the privilege of killing the next one. Well.....sort of. You see it wasn't actually dead. It was just laying there tweaking. So I grabbed it by the legs and snapped it like a whip! killed it dead right there. I felt like a man. Like I could just grow a beard that very second.

The same thing happened a little later in the day so I tried the same thing, but this rabbit was a trooper. It just WOULD NOT DIE. You animal lovers might want to look away if you haven't already. I am in no way an animal "hater" so I wanted to put it out of it's misery. We tried everything, including beating it against a post.

Yeah.............it was bad. REAL bad.

Travis finally pipes up and says "T-mo, give me your gun."

He walks up slowly and deliberately, and when T-mo said he'd do it Travis wouldn't let him. He said he wouldn't let him because we didn't want something like that on our conscience. The man's a martyr. Okay not really, but it was mature of him.

All that to say, I love big ole' Travy-G, and have had many fun times chillin' with him.

Thanks for encouraging me to start. Love you bro.

First Post

Well, a lot has happened over the past year. I've learned a lot; mainly that I don't know very much. I feel that I've become somewhat of a cynic, but I don't feel that's always a bad thing. Here's to learning more about myself, the world, and an almighty God. Also, the new year is almost here. What better time to make some changes, renew ambitions, and make a commitment to live a better life?

I wanted my first blog post to be epic, but I think I'm okay now with it just being simple. I don't know where this is headed, but I feel that way about my life sometimes and it seems to be going alright. Hopefully I can figure things out as I go.