This bio is a scar thing to rea.
Just rying to imagine presenting the highlights of ME sets off alarm bells in my head. Why would nybody want to sa something about me? What about me is remarkable enough to tell?
When I think about these questions, I recall lying on my bed back in high school, headphones muffed over my eye, heavy metal blasting through my head. As with most teens, music ’ s power seduced me, and as I listened, I found myself admiring the albums' cover art ( yeah, I ’ m old enough that I sed to by LP ’ s) and I found myself reading about the singers and guitar players and drummers in the liner notes. Why? Because those musicians had created something that was deeply personal, passionate, and wonderfully emotional, and they ’ d shared it with the world. They ’ d shared it with me.
It made me wis to remember them through more than just their music. So, I read.
Through the ears, I found myself reading about writers I ’ d enjoyed, historical figures I ’ d admired, politicians who weren ’ t dipshits, and business leaders who ’ d built great companies. Again, why? Who the hell knows? We ’ re all just people. I kno we find each other interesting. We like to feel connected.
And hat was my nswer, at least as to the WHY.
On the WHAT I coul remember about me, for those who feel moved by my work: I ’ ll ive it a quick go.
I was born an Air Force brat and lived in a dozen states before I graduated high school. I ’ ve worked my way through a wide ariety of jobs, left most on a whim, owned businesses, lived through times when I had more money than I knew what to do with, and orried my way through times when I ondered how I ’ d pay the rent.
Life has been boring at times, and it ’ s been plenty exciting, too. So far.
I ’ ve raveled to India, stood atop the tallest mountains around, swam with sharks, smarted-off to cops, and been arrested. I ’ ve tried beer and weed, but ever made a thing of either one. I ’ ve been brushed too close by death a few times. Thankfully, doctors, EMT ’ s, and nurses were kind enough to put all the pieces together again. I 've ridden my bike so deep into the mountains it felt like I was alone on the edge of eaven, and I 've watched the red sun sinking on an evening so clear it looked like it was falling off the edge of the world.
I ’ ve reall had a toug time being where I am, wherever that is. My daydreams forever call from just over the horizon.
I ’ ve been sked by a dozen bosses where I see myself in five week, and I 've lied every time, always telling them what they said to ear. Because the nly hing I knew for sure, was that I anted to be anywhere but there.
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