It’s kind of like the age of nineteen and twenty. You gain the right to certain privileges when you turn eighteen or twenty-one, but those two years in between are strange in a way. You’re proud and happy at first, but then you get jaded and remember the long lost days of when you were a teenager and didn’t have the right to pay insurance bills or filing your own taxes.

There’s a place down the road from where I live that will only let you in if your twenty-five or older. It’s called the Grown-Ups place. No kids allowed apparently. Must be a crap-shooting joint of some kind.

There was a large flock of birds that flew around my house today. Reminiscent of the Alfred Hitchcock classic The Birds. They didn’t really attack anyone though, but my dog, Deuce, stayed in the garage out of sight. Maybe he’s the smart one; the one with a college degree.

I got what I wanted for Christmas this year. That’s cool. That’s always cool. I hope whoever’s reading that got what they want.
Can’t sit around too long, though; got to think of a New Year’s resolution fairly soon. I don’t think I’ve done that for awhile. Just do it, I always say. Happy New Year everyone.

There’s this new idea that I’m excited about, and I’m going to write a trilogy of novels to express it. You heard it hear first.

An epic set in modern times.

That’s all I can say for now. If you want to know the rest of the story, live your life to the fullest; find someone who you love passionately (and the feeling is mutual) and marry them;, have a kid, hell, have two; get a promotion by impressing the boss by calling him a jackass when no one else would; visit somewhere you’ve never been and buy a complete stranger a cup of coffee; try a martial art, quit, and then pick it back up; go on a diet, quit, and never pick it back up.

By the time you do at least two or three of these things, I’ll have the trilogy ready for you to read. Buy the book, but the not the rights. It would break my heart if you did that.

Got a treadmill today. I haven’t walked on one of those in quite awhile. The one I had served me well for about three to four years. A lot walking done on that treadmill. A lot of thoughts occurred and reoccurred during those walks. Not sure how I feel about my treadmill yet. Is it friend or foe? Will it watch my back or betray me at a most crucial moment? It’s questions like these that make me glad there is a key that can turn it off if it decides to get too ambitious.

I went to Tupelo, Mississippi this past weekend to audition for a film called “Traffic Report”, which is being produced by Little Bo Productions. The plot is about a televangelist whose son is kidnapped. I read for the televangelist part. Sort of a Joel Osteen type character. I think I read well for it.

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