Once upon a
time, on a glorious spring morning in, well we won't say, a young lad made
his way into this world only to find the evil demons looking upon his sacred
soul. So he cried, and cried, and poured his little heart out.
They had no idea what he wanted, so they shoved, and pushed, and forced
the little angel to swallow one nasty bite after another of mushed up left
overs. And then, one raininy day, it all ended. The world hit,
like a damn tornado...no warning at all.
He laid there,
just wondering what in the devil had happened. It was the most horrifing
expierence of his entire life. On his own, with barely enough money
to call it "pocket change," and a suitcase with only two changes of cloths
in it. A tough time for the lad, but he had faith, he had trust....in
what he didn't have a clue. Well, the bud bottle did resemble what,
in his mind, was a true god of all gods but we won't talk about those days,
or these days for that matter.
I was born in Charleston, South Carolina
and grew up everywhere but. I have lived across the entire United
States, been from coast to coast. I have lived in the Middle East,
and traveled across Europe, and now after all the years apart I have come
back to my hometown.
I am a fireman, a civil war re-enactor,
I LOVE the water, boating, surfing, anything that even seems a little adventerous.
I love life.
"Live Life, Don't Let Life Live You"