Lived my whole life near water or mountains and lemme tell ya, there's nothin like wakin up next to something beautiful.
I spent all of this weekend drinkin, partyin and just havin an all around great time with people I love.
This past month, man oh man, did I seriously have to revisit some things that I thought I needed to stay the hell away from, but whoh how wrong I was.
Jimmy Buffett songs and Brand New shows, takin life as it comes and givin up everything for a chance at love.
I can write about God and morality and whatnot but if I really dig deep down, what really matters to me are the quiet moments.
Those seemingly insignificant memories, such as teaching my very young cousin #3 how to fold toilet paper, so that his *** didn't itch, evidently his dad couldn't teach him that.
Am I still a boy? Hell yes I am, and hopefully always will be, never giving up that magic, that wondrous sense of possibility.
Is it a bad thing, that in moments of forgetfulness I greet my grandmother as Wendy Lady and she replies, "Hello Boy."? Do I still watch the Goonies with rapture and bliss and yell "Hey you guys!!!"
And yet I have walked through fire and death, seen darkness in all his guises, lived and ate and breathed horror as only Conrad can recount.
I can cook, and clean, and provide for myself; having lived off and on alone for years so dare you not think me a child, but my god I'll never give up that sense of life, that belief and hope that any and every day may yet be and adventure worth the telling.