Ugh

I have made myself to be a liar.

I haven't updated with sweet things yet.

I moved all weekend long.

I'll get to it soon.

I promise.

It's 4AM

I just wanted to let you know,
That I'll be updating this soon.
Within a day.

With fantastic images of things I've been doing.

Then days later, video of the same thing.

O dear.

This is mainly a post to promise a post.

So hopefully you will all think, "Man, I should update my blog too."

Because then I'll have something to read.

Peace be with you.

Craigslist

I wish there were a job working for Craigslist, where I got payed to meet people to buy and sell things and take them out to lunch to discuss why they were using Craigslist and what they were using the item for.
Because I love meeting people in parking lots and selling them my things.

Maybe I should ditch this whole Film thing and just deal drugs and stolen goods.

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If anyone reads this on a consistent basis, I'm sorry this hasn't been full of colorful images and videos as of late.
They are coming, I promise.

I have been in transition currently.
Life has been heavy.

I think the crappy parts of life are what make the rest beautiful.

I watched the sunrise over the ocean this morning with friends that have become brothers and strangers that have become friends.

We are all moving soon.

Empty houses and naked walls make me sad.
I hate watching memories get packed in boxes.
I hate hearing echoes of adventures off empty tiled floors.
My eyes still see the good times.
Moving, and moving on are brutal.

I don't own fake smiles or packaged responses.

So, I'm holding fast.
Because stormy seas make better sailors.
and broken rudders cause us to follow where He Who Makes the Wind leads.

I'm all in

I'm in a fighting mood.
Take from that what you will.

Not angry, not upset.
But hopeful.
So full of hope I would fight for it.

So thankful for friends I would take blows and give back that much more for them.

Full of enough hope to brave any tempest. To brave hell or high water for it. To stick out these battles, these tough times. To fight through shaky knees and a heart that gives way.

I am a floor stomp.

"I am Ripper... Tearer... Slasher... Gouger. I am the Teeth in the Darkness, the Talons in the Night. Mine is Strength... and Power! I AM BEOWULF!"

I'm in a fighting mood.
Take from that what you will.

South Carolina

O Carolina.

I have missed you, and my time here ends tomorrow.

This is home.

It always will be I think, whether I actually live here or not.

My formative years were spent here, and it holds my heart for that reason.

Life is simpler here, which can be viewed as either positive or negative.

It's just good to spend time with family and friends.

• Family
• Carolina sunrises and sunsets
• Grilled Meat
• BBQ
• Accents so thick you can cut them
• Mountains
• Trees with real leaves
• Grass soft as carpet
• Humidity that pails in comparison to Florida
• Bojangles

Stretch Armstrong
"For The Record"

I'm not exactly proud of the place I'm from
but I've been here my whole life so I guess I'll call it home.
In South Carolina a flag still shows the enslavement of our minds
but in South Carolina I learned from all the times.
We went to all-ages shows, Sunday matinees
hanging out wondering if the bands would show and even play.
The bands would come and we would all sing along (sing along sing along).
Would they ever know their impact would last so long?
The world is full of lonely places no matter where you're from.
A crowded show, familiar faces make me feel at home.
Many kids have come and gone but I know what kept me here.
The magic of those songs has sustained me through the years.
I heard the word sincerity and I know now what that means.
I learned it first with Black Flag, mohawks, combat boots and torn-up jeans.
We were more than just a tour date. You were more than just a song.
We sweat and sang together and that helped us to carry on.
We were more. You were more. For the record.


Do it.

A Recap Of Lost Time

The two of them wonder outside well after midnight.
Neither of them desiring sleep quite yet.

Small red glows illuminate their faces for moments at a time.
Only long enough to notice the importance of expressions.

Far away street lights in an empty field silhouette them against the woods as the trees sway and crack quietly.

"So what has happened during the year I've been gone," one asks.

"Just let me finish," the other says, " This is all still very epic to me."

Stars twinkle above their conversation, their eyes stare out into the darkness and into the heavens, dew covers the ground and makes every alternative sitting position a bit damp.

Hearts are emptied, truth is spoken, compassion is shown, brothers fight for the others heart.

From time to time a far off dog bark or tire's squeal brings conversation to a stop.

Clouds blanket the heavens then recede as the heavens aren't tired yet.

And these two boys, who are in the refinement process of manhood, breath deep the morning air as they talk to their Father of broken compasses left at sea and shattered anchors left in the murky depths. Of the need for courage, for boldness, for direction.

And in those few hours under the Carolina sky, with their feet hanging over the dew laden grass, the distance that a year created is reduced to a memory.

A memory that holds no sway.

Canoe-B-Q

Labor Day: Canoe trip to Wekiva/slight picnicking/swimming/evening BBQ at Megan and J-Grossss's

I didn't bring any type of camera, because every now and then a man needs to just enjoy what's happening.

But some people didn't need that rest, as you can view below.







Look at that paddle action!