Hi everybody, welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.
I said this before, but I’ll say it again: Life isn’t really that short. We just live in the present. Been blogging here with my friend for over 15 years and I’ve done a lot. What I’ve told you is only a scratch on the surface. So, life isn’t really very short. Anyway, that’s my philosophical thought of the day, and this blog is dedicated to my friend here whose helped me remember a few things.
I was the artist's son. I think that’s why a lot of the locals here didn’t like me. You see, I had long blonde hair, a puka shell necklace, and some blue jeans that were red white and blue striped bell bottoms. No wonder why the locals tried to beat me up all the time. Actually, they even chased me off the baseball field when I tried out for little league. It’s ironic. The house I’m living in now probably housed the people that tried to chase me off the field. We bought this house from an old family, old meaning they were old in this area. Anyway, back to my look. I was like your basic surfer. If you looked up surfer in the dictionary, my picture would have been there. I looked like your classic surfer. Recently, you know, because my hair was long, when I’d fly on the airplanes, the flight attendants would always address me like, “Ma’am, would you like another drink?” I’d look up and they’d say, “Oh, sorry.” In Australia I had a client I worked with all the time. I had to pick her up at the airport. Well, the day before, I kind of got into a little road rage incident. I got away, but the guy I had the altercation with found my car. On the hood of the car was written CUNT - and the T had been scratched into my hood. Well I didn’t have time to clean up my car, so I picked up my client with the car as it was. We got in the car and there was an awkward moment of silence and my client said, “Is that for me?” So, yeah, I got hassled a lot when I had long hair. It’s short now, but it was long for a long time.
That’s about it for this week. I’m gonna share with you some images I did when I was normal. I always carried the camera with me. This is from when I hung out with a bunch of ranch hands. It was fun. It was in Texas. It was actually my ex-wife’s idea. I give her a hard time a lot, but she did have a good eye for doing stuff like this.
I’m gonna tell you a quick story: I was sitting with the ranch hands having lunch. It tasted like veal. I said, man, this is good veal, where’d you guys get veal? One of the ranch hands looked at me and said, “Boy, this aint veal” and I said, “Well what is it?” and the ranch hand said, “What the hell you think we been doing all day boy? We’ve been castrating and branding all the calves all day.” I’d been eating Rocky Mountain Prairie Oysters!