Sunday, July 29, 2007

Monster Posts from a Free Madman

Where is this blog headed? What, in the name of Adolf Hitler, is happening with this blog spot? Nothing. Nothing is happening b/c I'm too damb critical to sit down and just write stuff out. Could it be that I've got too much going on? Shall I run for office with only the agenda to pass legislation on stemcell research with hopes that science will save me by perfecting the ability to erect a second or even a third clone of Justin Graham out of the shallow depths of a smoking petri dish? Yeeeesssss, yeeessss , then I'll be able to rule the world.....! The whole world will be devoured under the reign of my thumb and ALL WILL BOW DOWN BEFORE ME, AND INSTEAD OF A DARK LORD YOU WILL HAVE A..... wait a minute, I think thats a quote from the LOTR trilodgy... can't use that... Maybe I just need to go down and get one of those laptop computers everyone raves about, dadgum kids and their dadgum toys...
and why the Hell can't I git this damb blog to indent...?

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Running Riot

"July. July has been busy. Busy, busy, busy. And I have not posted here in over two weeks. Until now."

This month has been full of family reunions that I have not attended for some years. My weeks have been full of trucking and my weekends, well, they've been spent with folks I haven't seen or talked to for sometime. It's interesting to see how family progresses and to understand the influential forces (or lack thereof) that have imposed the outcome of their lives; and to reflect on the current state of my own. For now I am working as hard as possible to erect some lasting legacy.

In the meantime, the home front is changing continuously. There were a couple of folks here living with my dad that had sort of "imposed" themselves upon the place. Those circumstances to which said situation came to pass are unknown, all I can tell you is, that last weekend, they loaded up all their things and went on their way. So, I wish them the very best, but for the home front, well, it has much more space available to now work with. I like space. These new developments have excited tthe idea regions in my brain and have changed the whole picture of what was thought to be a near completed studio construction effort. But they are changes for the better I might add.

Other than that, my younger brother is here from a break in his wheat harvest schedule and has fried my computer twice already, as well as overtaken the television with the likes of a Halo arcade. As I type I can hear gunfire, bombs, running engines and the occasional "Killing Spree" to go along with his own rants and raves into the microphone of an Xbox Live controller, asking random people from across the globe things like, "are ya'll ready to battle", and "I'm 'bout to kill all ya'll", as well as, "get in this warthog before I kill you". All which sound of the titles to some sort of post apocolyptic cd collection advertised through the speakers of a busted out television. "I told you that bitch was about to blow, we need another warthog..."

As for me, this is my latest,

Sunday, July 1, 2007

The Trucking Business

"One More Time Around"

Truck driving is never ending. If ever you find yourself at the end of one road, a simple left or right will take you on to a network of other paths, leading to other places, other sites, other lives, other existences. I found myself out West this last week, in the desert lands of New Mexico and down along the Rio Grande Valley. It'd been awhile since I'd been out that way, the company I run with hauls mostly east coast freight. I was laid over at a truck stop west of Albuquerque for several hours last Monday morning and watched the sun rise up over the Los Pinos Mountains. After a little while, I took my dog out for a walk to explore and make marks around the edge of the Flying J. We made our way around the west side of the facility, sniffing the dry shrubs and rocks that marked the border of the property, when we came upon an open gate in the fence line. Leading us further west, we followed the opportunity to walk out into the hot dirt and bushes to see closer the expanse of nothingness that the desert land offers. After a short little walk out that way, I'd had enough, stopped in my tracks, and was unwilling to proceed; but Chegg Dog continued. Strange thing about dogs, they're always willing to explore further than we are. He went his way and I remained, taking in the atmosphere and barren beauty of desolation. Minutes passed, and when my attention was called back to my companion, he was nowhere in sight. I called out to him once and he poked his head up from a dry mound of dirt that crossed another fence line. I made my way over to him to see what he'd found and it was there I realized he'd discovered the grave of Justin G. Strangest of all things was, that's my name. "What great irony Almighty God has for us in this life", I thought, that my own dog would lead me to the one physical marker in all the desert that symbolized the death of one man's spirit, and the rebirth of another, beneath an old iron cross. Praise Almighty God. Amen.

The Thoughts and Times of

The Video Bar