My mom loved me, I just wanted to state that. I was a difficult kid, hyper, high on coffee, never slept (see coffee) but she was a single mom and with no support. In no way do I condone striking, hitting or any other kind of physical act towards children or anyone else for that […]
1969 – Mom and my first scar Read More »
Forgive the deliberately sensational headline, but I am entering into the spirit of modern popularist politics so it seemed appropriate. No, I am not calling for a politician exterminator; I’m really not that dramatic, but I am calling for a change in the unhealthy self-serving nature of politics. Let me explain myself while you are
All politicians should die!…figuratively of course. Read More »
I was 4 years old and standing by the window in the living room next to the black-and-white TV. I’m pointing at the moon in the sky trying desperately to see the moon lander, squinting and asking my mom why I can’t see it, well I was 4! Ok, so I started at the end
1969 – The moon landing Read More »
Big things happened when I was 4 years old, things I can’t forget even though the rest is just a blur. It was the year of the moon landing, something that still excites me today, and the year I got a scar over my eye. But this isn’t about that, this is about my first
1969 – The break-in Read More »
Not a pretty title, not something I like to be called, but my BMI is still high, so I am Morbidly Obese. However, a lot has changed since I did my first post on this about a year ago (see part 1 here), including getting to my lowest weight in quite a while, 278 lbs,
Morbidly Obese (Getting Healthy pt 2) Read More »
From the age of 17, I started playing drums, learning by ear as well as I could and became a drummer in a band. There was really nothing else going on at the time in Smethwick; factories were closing, unemployment was high, racism was an issue everywhere, and the opportunity to get involved with crime
Without some internal motivation, you can just go through life reactionary and job-focused, I think this is probably the most unhealthy way to live and why I haven’t taken care of myself at all, always pointless and directionless so here I am at 57 defining myself for the first time.
Trying to get Healthy (Getting Healthy pt 1) Read More »