ChEcKiNg In 1sT eDiTiOn, There's Room for Everyone...

Inside of my brain sits the ENTIRE world.  I'm having fun exploring.  From time to time, I will check back in to a level playing field and update anyone that's interested on the live, up to date details of my current situation in life.  This is part 1 of a chronicle...

September 10th, 2016 - Chronicle Entry 1

I find myself very interested in checking in tonight.  It's as if I'm the one that needs telling.  A gut check slash mirror flash slash some sort of stash of facts.  The day to day realities of my life.  

Today was a great day.  I found a whole new type of happiness and it just kind of crept into my mind nice and easy like, not aggressive or hyper at all.  It placed itself neatly into this little hard-working, appreciative and loving place in my mind.  This happiness is not waiting for some lump sum of money, or some magical love story, a female that literally blows your mind.  It's not waiting for the nice weather, the trip to the beach or whatever event that you may wish for.

This happiness...is infinitely incredible.  Once you feel this version, a quite literal shield of energy begins to radiate around you.  You can almost see it.  You can definitely feel it.  And you can DEFINITELY see and feel other people bouncing off, smiling towards and falling in love with this beautiful rainbow, laser beam sensitive, rocket fueled with love, shield of happiness.  

It wants to teach you how.  It needs some time to figure itself out.  And, when I check back in, perhaps years from now, you still might not quite get it.  But its mine.  It's My Happiness.  It comes from a really good and special place in my heart.  The heart that loves every single human being and living thing that breathes and lives in the entire universe.  There's room for everyone.  

Not one single piece of my GIANT heart is created or based upon any sort of fabricated, bullshit, propaganda, keeping up with the fucking neighbors, reality TV garbage, vice ridden, string pulled, brain washed, dumbed down, narcissistic socially normal fucking weirdo shit that everyone does together.  When I look at you and think about you, I make not one judgement prior to the energy I receive from your output. 

Quite simply, if you can stand to be around me for longer than an hour, you probably fucking get it.  If there’s bad energy coming out of you, and sometimes it can be me, I’m going to feel it.  And you’re going to feel me feeling it.  If you have nothing but love inside, nothing to hide, sit and chill for a while.  If not, we can talk about it.  We can always talk the fuck about it.  This much is a given for everyone.  Talking about it.  Easy part.

I’m not being a part of this ridiculous thing everyone likes to call “the greatest national monumental organization of hierarchy ever created in man kind so fuck lets just shoot everything with bombs and keep on eating unhealthy food and continue to be shit on and lied to blatantly to our faces.”  Yeah.  I’m going to fucking love you and not be a part of that.  I hope you can understand.  I mean, if you love me, you should at least understand. 

Me?  Oh, the update.  Other than new happiness and a creative spark? (As you can see) I think I may have somehow accidentally stumbled upon my old stomping grounds.  Ready to attack.  It's time to start cutting the ice with the zamboni.  It's time to become the game of hockey again, by surrounding myself and immersing myself in the hockey rink.  Those blazing hearts sit cozy inside the frozen atmosphere.  Maybe I'll take a punch or two to the eye for good measure.

Either way, I'll also be employed at one of the many upside down and backwards run, local restaurants within the week.  It won't take long to pinpoint just what drugs the staff enjoys most, and how easy it will be to steal food, cover a shift and catch a quick cigarette.  (Not, of course, if you're with Conshy Girls.  That's a respectable establishment.)

2 jobs where I don't necessarily have to be any single person at all, other than myself.  I'll bring my happiness.

Holes have been dug and my shirts off.  I'm breathing heavy, dripping in sweat and there's no way I'm not finding a way out of this place.  What makes it through to other side is not up to me.  I made the homerun catch at the fucking wall.  It was almost lights out, game over.  (Take that in the lightest way possible as a metaphor for, say, my bank account if you'd like.)  Either way, understand that I made the fucking catch at the wall and it's the bottom of the ninth now in my home town.  

3 outs left.  I fucking love you all.  

The blog shall continue.  The book release party is temporarily on hold but don't be surprised if a pop up party shows up randomly in October.  I have a comfortable place to lay my head.  I am a highly respected, incredibly organized, at times overly charming and handsome individual.  I own an alarm clock, know the value of hard work again and have a working vehicle with valid paperwork.  I have plenty of wide open hours throughout my week to fill in with whatever company that is lucky enough to have me.  I shall cut ice and serve food until the right situation and I find each other in the next 2-3 months.

I am that Craig again.  It's time to warm up for the sprint to the finish line.  How many more sports metaphors can I actually use to say I'm crushing life right now?  I don't know, if you watch hockey maybe you'd understand...I just got out of the penalty box after a fucking boarding call only got me two minutes.  The star center is out with a concussion.  I just accepted a pass on point at the blue line as I dart in on the breakaway.  It's just another quick deke and the overtime game 7 winner is netted.

I’LL KEEP YOU POST-ED.