It’s raining. I walked a mile in her shoes, but got so exhausted I turned back to the life and comfort that I know. The terror of the unknown, the uncertainty; they held me back and I decided not to take the leap, but instead I wrapped a blanket of the mundane and monotonous around my shoulders. There is so much warmth in the routine, warmth that is welcoming and knows my name. It is this warmth that scorches and suffocates my dreams of something different and exciting. How was I to know that I had it all wrong? Contrary to popular belief, it is not the fear of failing that crawls under my skin, but the fear of success; the stench itself sends me running, ducking for cover. As I lay under a rock, muted, with almost no thoughts of my own, reality quickly jabs me in the ribs, gut wrenching as it is, I crawl, slowly find my way up, and begin the trek of walking a mile in my own shoes all over again, this time the path of uncertainty beckoning. The road ahead is not paved, doubt and reluctance plague the limits of my talents and deem my gestures apprehensive. In my mind a broken phrase: ” there is no try, only do,” and so despite the cynicism that barricades success, I walk on, this time five miles and the next time 10 miles, my stride will not break, and this will eventually bring dawn to a warmth that only my dreams thus far have known.

Allow me to Introduce Myself

First, I want to start by apologizing, no actually, this isn’t even that, this is more of a set of ground rules, a layout of what this blog will be. Should I be so generic as to give the disclaimer that so many others do, I believe that it is something along the lines of           “WARNING, this blog is for mature audiences, my mother and many others do not condone or endorse the views presented here, they are strictly that of the author’s.” There its done and said, I am no longer responsible for your crushed spirits or feelings of contempt that are sure to ensue as you read farther along. In all honesty, these thoughts are mine and my thoughts alone, based on the experiences and trajectory of my life. I will be offensive. I will be obnoxious. I will not dispel any myths, in fact I will probably reinforce stereotypes. Hey, the truth hurts, what can you do. I am an equal opportunity racist, so if it appears that I haven’t gotten around to some smug anti-Semitic comment about your kind, just wait for it, I haven’t forgotten about you. Everything is to be taken with a grain of salt or pepper, whichever you prefer, however, I have heard that white is right, so why not stick to taking it with a grain of salt. For those of you who know me, I can be crude and blunt, vulgar even, but this is cultivated, a fine craft that I have aged over time, after all, this much awesomeness doesn’t happen overnight. For those of you that don’t know me, you’ll wish you did, and even if I may be an acquired taste, I promise if you keep reading, you too will realize that I’m funny as a mother fucker.