“I have a strong belief in fate. Things happen for a reason, you might not
know now why things happen but sooner or later the real reason will be seen.
That is my personal motto, I believe everyone should have one.
I really wish I had something techie to discuss here, or at least something
with my life, but unfortunately nothing interesting happened today. So let`s
discuss some happenings around my former house and my mom`s current house.
I saw that some idiot decided to kill his estranged wife in front of his kids.
They lived about 10 houses up from my mom. The guy killed his wife in the parking
lot of a Pentecostal Church about 300ft from their house. The guy then drives
to where he was living, kids in tow, and shot himself three times in front of
his children. The guy is living and hopefully they will throw the book at him.
I knew about it, and it really hit home when I went to Mom`s house for lunch
and their house was covered in crime scene tape. Then Phil called from Atlanta
and said he heard about it on the radio down there. The couple had problems
and apparently she ran across the street for help on a few occasions. What really
struck me was the fact that I`ve never had a murder within the distance this
one occurred from where I lived (or use to live).
I`ve received some feed back about my “So You Wanna Be A Rock N Roll Star” piece.
Thanks for the many kind words. I`m not one to really look in the past, but I
think occasionally it`s ok to do so. I have vowed to “expose” all of the capers
that occurred during those Saturday nights. We had our high school music teacher
believing that we (everyone else but me) were having some sort of satanic rituals
in my basement. The band director called my Mom and she laughed about the whole
thing….pretty much laughing into the director`s face. Mom told me and I told
the guys…then we kicked up the show a bit. And can you believe that no one brought
any sort of “substances” into the basement? Seriously, we were stone sober when
most of this happened…
I swear I`m going to write a book about my teenage years. If not for the pure
comedy of it. It was almost a comedy of biblical proportions….fire, wind,
rain, locust…commandments, psychos, goons, nymphets (yeah right), good, evil…