My Adventures in Adulting

2021 November

  What a year it's been...
    I have done some amazing things this year.
   Obviously things with love, don't always pan out.. some times a bit more severe than others, but I made it through. The journey started in spring after breakup with Manda, and surviving seasonal depression, we started January off being lite enough to skydive with my son and his friends. It was an accomplishment just making the weight limit.
    We all took to the sky, an landed safely. My instructor was super dope and we got to talking about my paragliding dream. I was planning to try an learn it in California but he said to go to Salt Lake and learn there.
   Paragliding seems easier to me than hang gliding and although, I may still have it for a hang glider, it's already expensive enough. With school and time, it can get very expensive.
    So I set off in March for sunny San Diego to meet with the very famous Judy Parker.  She showed me around this sunny beach town where the bay is filled with ships of every sort. She pointed out her dislikes for what it has become, but I could see what she was talking about. Franky and I slept near the border near Tijuana for the night and spent a day at silver strand beach.
   We met a fortune teller on the boardwalk, who knew a few things about me by just me walking up to her. She said that I was switching jobs and on my way to finding someone who would truly love me this summer. That I hadn't met true love yet. But I would.
   She read my cards and my palms and she made sense to me and not vague.
    I had so many pictures from this year... to make space in my phone I had them placed on an external drive.
   So after this wonderful day with The Jackhammer,  Judy Parker,  I continued my way north to Lemoore, to hang out with my longtime friend and tattoo Brother, Chris Williams.
    I stayed for a few days but had to still move north.
  You see, shortly after the call to Salt Lake, I received a call from Oak Harbor from my friend, William Loydd.  He owns Nite Owl Tattoo there on the island and asked me if I could come.
   I was gonna leave anyways. I was handling broken love the best I could. And it was for the best, that I removed myself from here to deal with that. I wasn't gonna go to Washington if I couldn't paraglide there but it turns out... they too have a school for such a thing.

But they do. It was in Issaquah Wa. At a place called Tiger Mountain. All the things fit for me here, but me... I did not fit here. Believe I fought for what I did get here and the experience alone was worth my every effort.
  It consumed me like a drug and it overtook my emotional woes that tough guys never talk about. Love is dumb...
   It makes us dumb.
  In the end we turn into the worse parts of ourselves and hope we don't flatline on the rock bottom of our emotional relapses. I turned to flight.
   I don't look down much anymore. I seem to
Spot a lot of weird stuff in the sky all the time and it trips the people out that I always seem to catch these things.