It is hard to say how I got here. Right now, at this exact moment, I am sitting in the Student Union Building of Boise State University, where I am a part time college student. I would have much preferred the library here, sitting up on the 4th floor near a window, overlooking the Greenbelt, watching the happy, healthy people jogging, walking, skating, riding or strolling by. But, to my dismay, the library closes at 7 PM on Friday nights, instead of my midnight like many other nights. I guess the employees have better places to be on a Friday night, unlike me.
But, I mean how did I get here? 32 years old, chronically unattached, single, spending my Friday night watching To Catch a Predator clips on Youtube. This certainly wasn't what I envisioned when I graduated from Apache Junction High School back in 1998. (14 years ago? Shit.) I am reaching out to the world that I seem to have rejected at every opportunity throughout my entire life. I have burned every bridge with toluene in hand, and then wonder why my phone sits there uselessly, no incoming texts or calls for the last several hours. OK, admittedly, it is serving some purpose. My power cord for my laptop is a little screwy, so it positioned awkwardly on the phone to insure it is providing juice to my battery, though even as I was typing I see that it has stopped working once again.
Anyway, I will just try to get out the basics with the 38 minutes my laptop will apparently still be alive:
- I love hip hop, blues, funk, soul/Motown, old country music, and Jimi Hendrix.
- I love basketball, football, baseball and MMA, and compete at all at various skill levels.
- I have a 4 year old son with CHARGE Syndrome (more on that later)
- I am Klamath Indian, and White. I look Indian, so I tend claim I am Indian first.
- Hunter S. Thompson is my favorite author.
- Andy Kaufman is my favorite entertainer.
- Ric Flair is my favorite wrestler.
- My arms are covered in tattoos, yet I do not like talking about tattoos.
- I am a walking contradiction, externally and internally.
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