Friday, August 05, 2005
Can you tell me how get to memory lane?
This week of leave from work has been fantastic. I've spent countless hours blog surfing and meeting new folks. Today has been exceptional. Several folks have been talking about the 80's and their affects on us. Wendy made a comment about some of my fave groups which caused me to go digging and playing some awesome stuff (Cinderella is on now).
This mood has caused me to think about my life and what it has evolved into. I've thought about friends and Celebes who are no longer with us due to life's circumstances. But moreover, I've thought about decisions and ideals that I've believed in which have led me to the existence I'm living now.
Someone said this morning that the 80's were a decadent drug filled time for her. They were for me too. I was rebelling against everything. When I graduated in 85, I thumbed my nose at education, I thought people who worked conventional jobs and had nice homes and families surely had to be bored with life and they would jump at the chance to live like me. Every day was an adventure. Every night was a party with different girls. My family was concerned about my lifestyle, but what did they know. They were part of the mainstream that was in envy of people like me (so I thought). As long as I had money for smokes and drinks, rent and bills could take a back seat. I was so out of control it wasn't funny. I knew it, but somehow rationalized it as an exciting way to live. I simply didn't have a pot to piss in.
Well 1988 came, I joined the USAF and got lucky enough to get stationed back home in Biloxi, MS. Where my girlfriend was (thanks to dad). I continued to live a crazy lifestyle but managed to convince my girl to marry me and that would settle me down (yea right). For many years I did crazy shit and my wife put up with it.
I justified having to get a mainstream job because I had to provide for my wife and now a son. I bought motorcycles and ran with hardcore bikers and other people who didn't fit into society. I made us live hand to mouth with my lifestyle but this woman stuck with me.
Fast forward to the present... I've sobered up (thank God) and I'm thankfully becoming part of mainstream society. I'll have a good retirement, I have a few college degrees, we've got 3 healthy kids, two cars (that actually always run and are legal by state law). We have a nice house on a cul de sac in suburbia America (that's the pic above).
How different my life is than I would have ever imagined it 20 years ago. As I sit here and listen to Dream Warriors by Dokken, I miss Steve Douglas, Tim Fosse, Buddy Bond (I hope he's still alive and he's clean), Cousin It (RIP bro) Robbin Crosby from RATT (RIP King) and so many others from my strange and twisted past. Every day I become more at peace with myself.
But I digress. I've enjoyed this trip back down memory lane. It was induced by blog people who I consider new friends. They have their own stories and maybe they will share more of them.