Why am I writing a blog? Who cares about what I have to say? Well, apparently everyone I’ve ever been willing to tell a story of my life to has been engrossed. Several people from my past have told me I should actually write things down. So here I go. I’m going to write some things out for anyone to read. If you enjoy what I write within the confines of these digital pages, cool. Glad I could provide a few minutes enjoyable distraction. If you don’t like what I write, there will be no refunds on the time you wasted.
Maybe I’ll write about the few memories I have left from school. After all, that ended over two decades ago. Maybe I’ll write about my brief stint in college and how the terrible choices I made in one year shaped my life immensely. Chances are good that I’ll write about my travels around the United States. Of course, I’ll write about my families – the one I was born into and the one I created. There’s also a pretty solid chance that I’m going to discuss the military. Seventeen years and counting: it’s likely to be worth a few lines of text.
Is this an acceptable forum for ranting? Damn right it is. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Will I discuss religion and politics here? Yep. Don’t agree with what I write? That’s not really the point, is it? Will there be foul language in my writing? Probably.
Listen, you’re here to kill time. You’re here out of curiosity and, likely, boredom. I’m willing to write erratically and irregularly about whatever suits me at the time in the interest of piquing your curiosity and sating my boredom.
Oh. A disclaimer has just occurred to me: there’s a good chance I’ll change the names in stories where I feel it’s appropriate and I won’t change the names when I feel it doesn’t matter or it’s more important to the story. If you find yourself in one of my writings and you feel the story is inaccurate, please let me know and hopefully you can help me clean the rust off of the memory. If you feel I told a story that involves you to some degree and it’s embarrassing or degrading, talk to me about it and, maybe, I’ll consider rescinding parts or all of the story.
That’s it. That’s all. Maybe I’ll write something new soon. Good bye for now.
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