It's been a while since I've posted a blog, and I'm not quite sure why it's been so long other than the fact that nothing has inspired me enough over the past month or so to take the time to write. As a matter of fact as I type, and you read, these very words I have no clue what I am going to write about. Every single word on this page is typed without a premeditated thought, without knowing who, what, where, when, or why. I just go.

And then it hit me.....

Nothing.

Is it possible for a person to write something half way interesting without having a clue what the beginning, middle or end is or will be, let alone which letters his fingers will hit next? It's quite astounding what the human brain is capable of....

Today I finished reading a book that had just been written by a very good friend of mine. This thing was so new that when I received it in hand it was still hot from being printed. I was one of the first to read it.

The author I without a doubt consider a brother. I'd take a bullet for him. However much it would suck to eat that piece of lead...I'd do it. But God DAMN would it hurt! You sure I have to take it? OK, OK, I'll take it. We've known eachother for most of our adult lives....an adulthood that creeps frighteningly deeper into the 30's. Albiet I'm only fucking 30....no worries here!

(But I worry)

Point being, we've know each other - and have been through - many years and absolutely insane experiences together. Some of which are deemed illegal, unethical, unconstitutional, obscene, and down-right-immoral in most countries including the entire European Union.

But let us not forget the exceptionally brilliant, awe inspiring, and generally cool as shit moments as well. There were MANY of those. And yet for the past however many months, if not YEARS, this guy has been writing a book that until the moment he told me it was finished, I had no fucking clue on earth knew existed. He tells me that in 2 days I will have it in hand. Before I can grasp the magnitude of what has just happened, he asks that I read it, as my views (or lack thereof) on the subject of this book would be most impactful on it's hopeful success. Wow....not only is one of my best friends handing me what is no doubt the most important piece of work he has ever created, he is handing me his fucking MEMOIRS!! I knew this was big, and my anticipation peaked as it had not in.....well, for a very damn long time.

This was gonna be good.....

And so the day arrived and I received what seemed to be an anonymous, make-shift package consisting of 2/3 a manila envelope (1/3 was torn off down the length of the envelope) and a piece of green paper covering that 1/3. In lamens terms, it was what one would call "ghetto". Oh, and did I mention the green paper was taped over the gaping hole in the envelope by 4" wide bright ass yellow and black striped CAUTION TAPE?! It looked like..........

Ya know, I don't know WHAT the hell it looked like. The thing was odd. But within this retarded wrapping lied (or is it 'layed'?) the piece of literature that intrigued the hell out of me. This was gonna be good, I just knew it!!

I got home from work, dressed into "something a little more comfortable"
(if you know what I mean....and you KNOW what I mean! YEAH! Go with it baby! Go with that nasty thought!).

I poured a glass of wine (or was it a pint?) and opened the unbinded, loose leaf 150-200 page book. It was about a 10 or 11 font, wide margin...it took up a good portion of the page, so I knew it would be a good, hearty read. Hearty like "Campbell's Chunky Soup"...it eats like a meal!

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So I dip into this newly fabricated creation, wondering what journey lied ahead. It was a tale so unique that Hollywood itself had yet to exploit it and outright bastardize it. The man I had seemingly known as well as anyone I claim to know, suddenly became a stranger. The deepest facets of his being, his passion, his one true love...exposed for all the world to see.

Stories that are nothing short of miraculous.... upsets, lessons, triumph and tragedy. From the deepest belly laughs, to the goose bumps and raised arm hair. The sentimental, heart-tugging moments...This book hits on every emotion. I read it in it's entirety in 2 days. That is a feat in itself for me. I am currently "reading" 3 books. Books which I start and stop over the course of a year or so. With my hectic schedule, books are hard for me to maintain for a constant period of time. I just can't commit hours to the endeavor of reading.

But this book...it reeled me in. Each chapter is but a short story in itself. This read is quick, but deep. Keep an eye out for it…it's coming.