Back To Pawleys

I have two more weeks and then I'm making a road trip to Pawley's to share the Daytona 500 race with my buds at Easy Street. Counting the days that I get to go back and smell that old cigarette smoke stain walls and sour trash cans with empty beer bottles. Listen to Jay scream across the bar at how fine some girls ass is. Get to go see Os and look at his road map on his chest. Get to listen to Andy and his know it all take on sports and get my usual hug from crazy Mary.

For now it is home for the weekend. Sit at the house and drink Jim Beam and look at TV. Need to get excited about something but cant find out what it is. Might go fishing Sunday since the temp is suppose to be 59.

Is Everyone like Me?

I hope that no one is like me. Why am I here in Mooresville living a life that I hate and dont want. I am suppose to be Plant Manager but I can do my job because the President wants to do it all, so I let him. I was looking at real estate on the web of Pawleys Island and I wanted to cry when looking at this. I am I wasting my life away here. I have no satisfaction of worth, no purpose or reason to come to work. I had might as well be in prison somewhere than to be doing this. I think it is time to try to sale a house and get the hell out of here. I am willing to go by myself if I had to because this is no reason for being. I want to go back home to Pawleys

Speech of Change

I went home today at lunch just to hear the speech. All I heard was, we need to sacrifice, be humble, and have humility. America will march forward and prevail. Thats all good but what about humans being accountable and responsible for their actions and suffering the consequences of their actions. Look how much this nation spends per year on DSS just because you have idiots that don't have enough intelligence to put a condom on their prick before having sex, thus "whos the baby's daddy". I have yet to get any DSS money for my children, all I did was get up go to work, stay married to the mother, and make a home for them. I was not in the streets banging up 3 other chicks. Look at all the money going to prisons to house people who have broken the laws. Look at all the $$ spent court systems, police, and lawyers to try to protect the damn criminal. Some where someone is going to have to stand up and enough of this shit and fry their ass. Dead men dont repeat crimes. Until our society stops making excuses for these people and starts holding them accountable for their actions it is only going to get worst. There are no free lunches

Why not Pawleys

The happiest I have been in my 50 something years of living is when I lived at Pawleys Island. Besides living at the beach the people were so warm and wonderful. They all accepted people for who they were and there were no games played, because we all enjoyed living and did not care about position or status. Remember the first time I met Jay. A very smart guy but rough around the edges. This guy has a masters in education and was a Rugby player. He can paint and is very good at it, but like so many people of my generation he said the hell with all the pretending. You have to respect the dude. Then one day walking across the causeway I met Os and Steve. Come to find out they were both very good friends and both were childhood buddies in Ohio. Os was one on the most likeable guys you will ever meet. He is so layed back and enjoys people and living. His heart is as big as he is. Steve is a brillant engineer with a company and works hard. He still has some of the Joe College left in him, but he is a good friend that likes just being Steve. Sometimes you want to kill him while your hugging him, if that makes any sense. While getting to know Os and Steve I met this girl named Ashley. Highly energetic individual who love to fish, hunt, shoot pool and drink !! She was a very hard worker who took her job very serious. She was also like the others, very friendly and once you knew her you just love the mystery about her that everyone could see. Shortly after that I met a couple by the name of Matt and DeAnna. Those guys warmed up to my wife like they knew her forever. I truly love those two people like my own. They are so much like me or should I say our personalities are just about identical. I love joking with DeAnna and watching her, but you have to know when to do this because if you dont you might get your head handed to you, but you have to love her. Mr. Matt is like me. We are the Giddy Up Cowboys and when we get together watch out Easy Street. The staff I met at the local watering hole are wonderful. We have Marie, Blaze, Travis, Church, Marny, and of course Murphy. As Toby Keith said so well, "I love this Bar". Lets dont for get TEN TOES UP! Love those guys and still see them play in this area. There are so many others such at TP, Stanley, Terry, Thor, and Ned. If you ever meet all my buddy's at Pawleys you will love them the same I do and wonder why in the hell you had to leave. Sometimes life is not fair and what you have to do is not fun, but in my heart there will always be Pawleys Island

Sick of Equality

I wonder how in the world we can have total equality when so much celebration is made about Obama and Martin Luther King and their race. Im all from equality but it is like fair trade, it goes both ways. I can have black TV and Black Miss America but if I insist on equal time Im called a racist. How does 17% of the total population tell 83% what they can and can not do or say. I think we to this day do not have equality, but it is now in the reverse form. Im not a racist, I just believe in TRUE EQUALITY