Archive for February, 2009

Words of Wisdom

I was pretty jazzed after this past weekend.  It was a pretty great weekend. I got to hang out with my friend Alex.  Went and saw Illuminations.  Caught a movie.  And best of all, I bought tickets to my first ever comics convention, Megacon.  I’ve always wanted to go to one. And it isn’t a full convention like San Diego or Wizard World, but it’s something.  So next weekend I’ll be down at the show.

I was feeling good about it all.  I mean, no, I don’t have a job. And things are technically bleak.  But for some reason, I have the strangest feeling things are all going to work out.  It’s probably the drugs talking.  But I am glad to be here.  It feels right.  Not perfect.   I need a new phone.  And a new computer.  But it feels right.

So when I woke up today, I’d planned to run down to the DMV to straighten out my motorcycle registration, stop at kinkos to print out my new resume’ and then drop off a few applications.  And I would round out the day by running down to Universal to watch the free taping of TNA Wrestling.

That was the plan.

But in the words of a wise man:

“Life is what happens when you’re out making plans.”

-I have no idea who that guy was.  But he was wise.  

… and a man.

Anyway.  About 5 minutes after I start driving, another wise guy, this one named Murphy, started laying down his law.   There was a thumping beneath my feet and a sound like a boot stuck in a dryer from underneath me.   Clearly this was a problem.  So I pulled over and took a look under the car.  What did I find?  Absolutely nothing, because I had no idea what I was looking at.  So unless I found an actual boot flapping in the wind, I was kind of useless. 

So I took it down to a local Chevy dealership.  600 bucks.  So long tax return money.  I barely knew ye.  The wheel baring hub was busted.  The most infuriating part is that I should have replaced the damn thing over a month ago.   As wont as I am to blame my oft rotten luck, it isn’t exactly true.

“The fault lies not in the stars, but in ourselves.”

-Billy Shakespeare

Damn you, Bard and your words of wisdom!  The fact is that while my shitty luck has always held me back, it is my own mistakes that compound the situations.  In other words, I have no one to blame but myself. Self awareness can be kind of a pain in the ass.

It wasn’t all bad.  I met a retired Puerto Rican man named Rudy.  I’ve always related better to older people.  I guess I’ve always head older sensibilities.   Interesting guy though.  Nice, family man.  And an amateur biker, as well.  The time passed fairly quickly.

It’s a set back.  A big one.  But hopefully my luck will change soon.  In the meantime, all I can do is soldier on. 

Everything is going to work out.  Everything will be fine.


Our Story So Far…

It was time.

I wasn’t especially anxious on the day Josh asked me to move back to Florida with him.  I had plans to get a new iMac computer and go on a few trips, including one to the San Diego Comic Con. It would have been a good year.  Maybe even a great one.

When he called to say he had an apartment and wanted to know if I was in, it promised a less carefree future.  A less certain one.  But at the end of the day, it was time.

So I packed all my things and I moved to Bever-leeeeeee.  Disney that is.  Lake Buena Vista, Florida more specifically. 

I’ve been here before.  Literally.  My apartment complex faces Vista Way, where I lived the first time I came out here.  In a funny way, it feels like I’m starting over from square one.

It isn’t perfect, but it’s home.  And it’s where I need to be right now.  Maybe I’ll fail. Maybe I’ll fall flat on my ass.  But maybe I’ll be just fine.  And for the first time in a long time, I’m really living.