“Feeling Like A Freak On A Leash…”

“…((You Wanna See The Light))…

Feeling Like I Have No Release

…((So Do I))…

How Many Times Have I Felt Diseased?…

…((You Wanna See The Light))…

Nothing In My Life Is Free

Is Free…”

“…Sometimes I Cannot Take This Place

Sometimes It’s My Life I Cant Taste

Sometimes I Cannot Feel My Face

Youll Never See Me Fall From Grace…”

“…Something Takes A Part Of Me

You And I Were Meant To Be

A Cheap Fu*k For Me To Lay

Something Takes A Part Of Me. …”

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FREAK ON A LEASHIs By The Nu Metal Band KORN And Was Released In 1998 !!!

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FREAK ON A LEASHIs Originally Off Of The 1998 Studio AlbumFOLLOW THE LEADERBy KORN !!!

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What Can I Tell You About This Song…

FREAK ON A LEASH

by KORN

???

Hmm.

Well.

Hmm.

I Suppose I Can’t Really Say To Much.

This Is An Instance Where It’s Best If I Keep My Mouth Shut.

BUT…

FREAK ON A LEASH

…Is A Very Awesome…

…Very Special Song In My World.

It Holds So Much Of A Deeper Meaning.

And, Honestly, I’d Love To Say A Whole Lot Right Now.

But, I’m Holding Back Because I Don’t Think It Would Be Taken Tooooo Well.

I’ve Been A Huge Fan Of This Song Since I First Saw The Music Video In 1999, While I Was In The Navy.

Upon Hearing It Back Then, I Was An Instant Fan.

Period.

Sooo…

…Today I’m Sharing It With Y’all.

I Know, I Know…

…The Band KORN Isn’t Everyone’s Cup-O-Tea.

Then Again, A Lot Of The Music I Write About Isn’t For Everyone.

There Are Likely More People Whom Hate This Song Than I Really Realize.

But, For Now, I Don’t Care.

I Had To Get This Song Out Of My Head, As I’ve Been Listening To It A LOT A LOT Over The Past Two-Weeks.

And You Know Me…

…I Get Things Out Of My Head By Way Of My Bloggin’ing.

So…

…Here I Am…

…Bloggin’ing ’bout It.

I Sure Hope This Works, To Be Honest.

Perhaps It Will.

Perhaps It Won’t.

But, I’m Still Trying.

That’s All One Can Really Do, Right?!

Try Try TRY AGAIN!!!

We Shall See, My Peeps.

We Shall See, Indeed.

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PLEASE Have A Damned Decent Day.

And, I Sure Hope Y’all Have A Wonderful Weekend!!!

L8r L8r, My Tater-Tots!!!

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I Was “James Bond”, Once… …Once.

ALRIGHT, Let’s Begin.

So, I Found This Photo Over The Weekend, And I’ve Been Trying To Think About How To Explain It, It’s Significance, And The Significance Of The Cache Of Original Material I Found Along With It.

In Case You Can’t Tell…

…’Cause Most Of Y’all Can’t…

…I’m The Snappy-Dresser On The Left.

Go Ahead.

Look Again.

Now…

…Don’t I Look Like “JAMES BOND”?!?

GREAT!!!

Because That’s Exactly Who I Was Supposed To Be At The Time This Photo Was Taken.

This Was The Promotional Photo For The 1996/1997 High School Parody Film, Made For A Class Project.

The Name Of The Flick Was…

And NO I’m NOT Lying

4 “DICKS” AND A CHICK

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YES, My Peeps…

…I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE That Was The OFFICIAL Title.

Seriously.

That’s The Really REAL Name.

We Got Away With Calling It That Because We Were A Band Of Four (4) PRIVATE DETECTIVES.

And…

…Since The Nickname For A PRIVATE DETECTIVE Is “PRIVATE DICK”…

…Well…

…That Was Considered Acceptable.

So…

…I Mean, Come On…

…Who Among You Wouldn’t Call At Movie By A Name Like That If You KNEW It Was Going To Be Acceptable?!?!?

Remember…

…You’re 17-Years-Old.

EXACTLY, My Peeps!!!

Damn Near ALL OF YOU Would Have Totally Gone For It.

And We Were No Different.

The “4 DICKS”ย  Were PARODIES Of…

JAMES BOND

COLUMBO

THE HIGHLANDER

ELIOT NESS

…And The CHICK Was…

BETTY CROCKER

(Codename: “HOOVA“)

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I’m Totally Not Making This Shit Up, My Peeps.

This Was Our Class Movie.

Doesn’t It Just Figure I Was An “A/V” Geek, Also?!

SURE IT DOES!!

O.M.F.G.

Just Remembering All Of This Is Making Me Laugh, And Laugh HARD.

The Plot Went Something Like…

…We Were Hired To Steal “Colonel Sanders” Famous Chicken Recipe For “Hardee’s”

…Or Some Such Nonsense…

…And Our Contact On The Inside Was “The Colonel’s Former Mistress” Whom Just So Happened To Be…

…Yep…

BETTY CROCKER

…Though We Didn’t Know It Was “BETTY” At The Time.

We Were Using Her Codename, “HOOVA“!!!

(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! !!! !!!)

Sheesh.

Yeah.

We Were So SO AWESOME…

…NOT!

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Well…

…We Thought We Were At The Time.

So That’s Good Enough To Justify Our Actions.

At Least…

…I Think It Does.

Maybe?!

ANYWAY…

…Regardless Of All The Nonsense And Whatnot…

…This Class Was Where I Developed My Already Budding “A/V” Skills That Helped Me Get Into The Idea Of Becoming A JOURNALIST For The NAVY.

I Already Knew I Was Going To Go Into The NAVY.

That Plan Was Fixed.

Set.

Nothing Was Going To Change My Mind.

And Nothing Did Change My Mind.

The Only Change Was The Job I’d Be Doing.

I Was Actually Considering A Few Possibilities Before Finding-Out About The “JO” Rate In The NAVY.

“JO” Being The NAVY’S Abbreviated Term For A JOURNALIST.

BAAM!!!

That’s All She Wrote.

I Knew What I Wanted To Do.

Period.

And By Gum I Did It, Too.

And I Owe A Bundle Of The Skilled-Knowledge I Went Into The Journalism Program With To THIS CLASS.

I Took The Class Twice, Actually.

As A Junior AND As A Senior.

They Had A Special Stipulation For The Class That Allowed Me To Take It The Second Time.

And I Loved It.

Absolutely Loved It.

That’s One Of The Few Things I Loved About That High School…

…The “A/V” Program.

The Rest Is History.

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So…

…Quickly About My Cache Of Material, Found Along With The Silly-Ass Photo Above.

I Found My Personal Mother-Load!!!

Scenes I’d Written.

Plot Outlines.

Character Ideas.

Titles.

You Name It, I Found It.

And It’s All MINE!!!

(MMMUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!)

MINE MINE MINE!!!

So…

…As Time Goes On…

…Be Expecting Me To Toss Some Of That Original Material On You.

I Have Everything From…

…Horror Scenes…

…To A 1920s/1930s Radio Serial Show Outline.

From A Disaster Epic…

…To En Erotic Love-Story/Murder-Mystery.

It’s All Here, Kids.

Well…

…Not All Of It.

I Have More…

…Somewhere…

…Someplace…

…But I’ll Find It.

So BE READY, My Peeps!!!

This Could Get Really REALLY INTERESTING!!!

At Least, I Sure As Shit HOPE IT DOES!!!

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I’ll Be In-Touch, My Peeps.

HOLLA AT Y’ALL L8R!!!

PEACE!!!

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Were The Navy Days Really THAT Long Ago?!?

Yep.

They Sure Were.

Sheesh.

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So… I Was Informed Last Night That The Only Time I Ramblel Is When I’m Ill…

…And I Suppose I Can Agree With That.

I Do Tend To Ramble And Prattle-On When I Don’t Feel Great.

Sue Me.

My Bad.

BUT…

…Today Came Rather Early, My Peeps.

I Was Up And At ‘Em Before 3AM’ish.

I HATE Being Awake Whilst The World Sleeps.

Makes Me Feel Odd.

Makes Me Feel Like A Failure At Just One More Thing In Life.

Can’t Do Anything Else Right…

…So Why Should My Sleep/Wake-Cycle Be An Different.

I Remember Working “The Night Shift” While In The Navy.

I LOVED IT!

Of Course, My Hours Were Longer Than Everyone Else’s.

They All Worked 0700 To 1900 (7AM To 7PM).

I…

…Along With My Elder Namesake….

…Worked 1800 To 0900 (6PM To 9AM).

Talk About A Bummer Ofย  A Deal…

…Yet We Were Very VERY Willing To Work The Extra Hours.

You See…

…”The Night Shift” Had One Amazing Quality…

…NO SUPERVISORS.

NO BOSSES Standing Over My Shoulder…

…Criticizing Each And Every Thing I Did.

NO BOSSES To Tell Me What To Do…

…When To Do It…

…How To Do It…

…Etc Etc.

It Was Peaceful.

It Was Painless.

It Was Worth The 15-Hour Shifts.

Who Cares How Long You Work Whilst At Sea?!

EXACTLY, Mr Peeps!

Who Gives A Shit!?!

You Can’t Go Anywhere.

You’re Surrounded By The Sea…

…Or The Ocean…

…Or Wherever We Were At The Time.

I Had To Be There One-Hour Before Everyone Else Got Off Work So I Could Get The “Turn-Over” From My Fellow Journalist Shipmates.

And Then I Couldn’t Leave Until 9AM Because Of “Happy Hour” Which Meant We Had To Clean The Ship For An Hour Each Morning.

I Got Yelled-At Many A Time For Ducking-Out Early And Going To Bed.

No…

…I Was Not A Model Sailor.

I Was A Helluva Journalist…

…Just Not A Sailor.

I Think I’ve Discussed That Before, So I Won’t Go Into It.

I Just Remember Being Told And Told Over And Over Again…

Brad, You Do A Great Job At This And That, But You’re Not Being A Team-Player, Nor Are You Fulfilling Your Duties As A Sailor On-Board This Ship. Straighten-Up, Fly Right, Or Get Burned.

Or Something To That Effect.

And Boy Oh Boy Did They Ever Burn Me!

((hahahaahaha))

Oh, Memories.

Why Must You Be So Vivid?!

Sheesh.

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This Is Turning Into A Ramble, Isn’t It?!

SEE!!

I Knew It Would.

I Could Ramble For Days-On-End About The Navy And My Experiences.

Slowly, But Surely, They All Come Back To Me.

They Float To The Surface, So To Speak.

In The End, I Came To Hate Hate HATE My Time In The Navy.

And That’s Sad To Me.

I LOVED The Navy.

I LOVED My Peers And Especially My Friends.

It Was My “Superiors” That Were Intolerable.

Little People Trying To Fill Big Shoes, Ya Know?!

People Whom Were Only In-Charged Because Of Their Time And Rank.

Had They Not Hated Me So Much…

…Honestly…

…I’d Likely Still Be In The Navy.

I Could Have Handled Anything Thrown At Me Had I Had Bosses Whom Were Worth A Shit.

But They Weren’t.

So I’m Not.

Plain And Simple.

ANYWAY…

…I Shall End This Ramble, Here.

Y’all Take Care, Please.

And Be Good When Possible.

I Know…

…It Ain’t Easy.

Hell…

…What In Life Ever Is?

Exactly, My Peeps, Exactly.

Have A Damned Decent Day, Kiddies.

I’m Going To Try Doing The Same.

PEACE, Y’all!!!

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Alright, My Peeps, There’s A First Time For Everything… …Right?!?

RIGHT!!!

Well…

…As DEPECHE MODE Once Sang…

Let Me Take You On A Trip…

…Around The World And Back…

…And You Won’t Have To Move…

…You Just Sit Still…

…And Let Us Take A Flying Leap Together…

…Together Into Time And And Space Past.

Let Us Take A Trip Back To A Point In Our Lives Called…

HALLOWEEN

1998

…At FORT MEADE.

Now, I Know What You’re Thinking, My Peeps.

You’re Thinking…

That’s Not Around The World… …That’s Maryland.

…And For That, You’d Be Correct.

I Simply Didn’t Have The Time…

…Nor The Funds…

…Nor The Patience To Honestly Fly Y’all Anywhere.

My Bad, I Know.

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ANYWAY…

HALLOWEEN

1998

My FIRST HALLOWEEN In The NAVY.

Are You There, My Peeps?

Are You Waiting-Up For Me?!

GREAT!!

You Know I’m Doing The Same For Y’all, Right?!

RIGHT!!

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Alright…

…So I Should Have Know That It (HALLOWEEN 1998) Was Going To Be A Looong…

…A Looong Baaad Day.

Period.

I Should Have Known From The Very Moment I Made Mention Of My Halloween Costume, That Day.

It Was A Last-Minute-Thing, Ya Know?!

So Don’t Laugh At Me.

Seriously.

No Laughing.

I Went To My First REAL Halloween Party…

…Dressed As…

…”DR. STRANGELOVE“.

No…

…That Is NOT A Typo…

…And YES…

…YES You Read That Right.

For Halloween, 1998, I Went As “DR. STRANGELOVE“.

It Wouldn’t Have Been So Bad…

…Might Have Even Been Fun…

…Ya Know…

…Had Anyone Actually Known Who That Was.

One Other Guy Knew.

That’s It.

Just One.

And He Was My Roommate At The Time.

He Only Knew Because I Straight-Up Told Him.

He Didn’t Laugh.

Didn’t Even Titter A Bit.

He Just Went Right Into Explaining HIS Costume.

He Was Dressed In His Navy-Issue Black Uniform Pants…

…His Navy-Issue Black Sweater…

…His Navy-Issue Watch-Cap (aka a sock-hat)…

…His Navy-Issue Boondockers (aka black utility-boots)…

…And He Was Beginning To Blacken-Up His Face With Shoe-Polish.

The Only Person In The Barracks Whom Could Rival ME As The Whitest-Man-ALIVE…

…And He Was Blackening-Out His Entire Face In Black Shoe-Polish.

What The Hell Are You Doing, Dude?!

…I Would Ask.

To Which He Would Respond…

Dude, This Is Gonna Be EPIC! Just You Wait And See!

And So…

…I Waited.

Patiently, Yet Impatiently, I Waited.

Once He’d Finished…

…He Turned To Me.

I Couldn’t Decided If He Were A Burglar…

…Or A Ninja.

Okay, Dude. What Do Ya Think?!

…He Asked…

…With His Eyes All Alight With Fun, Hope, Possibility, Excitement.

I Replied…

You Look Fine, Man. So Which Are You, A Burglar OR A Ninja?!

???

Sounds Like A Reasonable Question To Ask, Right?!

That’s What I Was Thinking.

BUT…

…No One Could Have Prepared Me For The Eventual Answer.

Neither One, Dude. Can’t You Tell?! I’m Going As “JOHNNIE COCHRAN”!!!

:O

Seriously, My Peeps.

HA HA HA, Very Funny, Dude. No, But Really, Are You A Burglar OR A Ninja?!

I Told You, Neither One, Dude, I’m Tellin’ Ya, I’m Going As “JOHNNIE COCHRAN”!!!

I Sincerely Couldn’t Help Myself.

I Was In Shock.

Mortified.

I Was Always Up For A Good Joke, But He Wasn’t Joking.

He Was Dead-Pan-Serious, Actually.

Had I Not Been There…

…My Friend…

…One Of The Whitest People I’ve Ever Encountered…

…Would Have Honestly Gone To A Navy Halloween Party Dressed-Up As OJ’s Black Defense Lawyer, “JOHNNIE COCHRAN”!!!

O. M. F. G.

!!!

So What Does One Say To That Other Than…

DUDE!! Have You Just Totally Lost Your Goddamn’ Mind!?!?

He Had Hadn’t A Clue.

He Didn’t Know What He Was Doing Would Likely Have Totally Offended Any AND Everyone.

To Him…

…It Was A Joke…

…But Not Just A Joke Between Friends…

…But As A Joke For EVERYONE To Relish In.

What Dude? This Is Gonna Be SWEET! I’m Gonna Be “JOHNNIE COCHRAN”!!!

NO, Dude, NO YOU’RE NOT!!! You’re Either A Burglar OR A Ninja! You Are NOT Going To This Party, Nor Any Other Party, Dressed Like That, Saying What You’re Saying. PERIOD!

He Seemed Surprised At My Sharpness.

Dude, I’m Not Getting My Ass Kicked Just Because You, My Friend, A Very VERY White-Dude, Decided To Go To A Party In Black-Face Saying “I’m JOHNNIE COCHRAN” It’s Just NOT Happening!

In The End…

…He Relented.

He Went To The Party As A Burglar.

And He Wasn’t Happy About It.

I…

…On The Other Hand…

…Stuck With My Original Plan.

I Went To The Party As “DR. STRANGELOVE“…

…And Ended-Up Fielding Questions Alll-Niiight-Looong.

Who Are You? “DR. STRANGEGLOVE”??? Who’s “DR. STRANGEGLOVE”???

No No No, “StrangeLOVE” Not “StrangeGLOVE”.

Oh, Okay. So He’s Strange, But Wears A Glove. “STRANGEGLOVE” I Got It.

NO… “LOVE” NOT “GLOVE” It’s “LOVE” I’m “DR. STRANGELOVE”!!!

I Eventually Gave-Up On Trying To Make Everyone Get Who I Was.

I Exited The Navy Barracks…

…And Went Across The Courtyard To The Air-Force Barracks.

Sadly…

…They Didn’t Get Who I Was, Either.

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Oh Well, Right?!

RIGHT!!!

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Please Enjoy Your Halloween, My Peeps.

I’m Gonna Do My Best With What I’ve Got.

I Think I Smell A Scary-Movie-Maraton About To Take The Field.

Sound Good To Y’all?!

NICE!!!

Sounds Good To Me, Also!!!

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My 10-Hour Psych-Eval or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Accept I’m A Mental Headcase

Good Morning, My Peeps.

What’s New In The Clean World, As They Say?!

Yeah.

Sounds About Right To Me.

So…

…As The Title Of This Piece Suggests…

…Or States…

…Or Whatever…

…I Spent 10-HOURS Of My Monday Sitting In An Office…

…Answering Question After Question…

…With Each Answer Spawning More Questions…

…And More Questions…

…And More Answers…

…And Yet More Questions…

…And On And On And On.

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We Talked About The Hot, Horrid Mess That Was My Childhood…

…Focusing Mainly On Traumatic Experiences That Have (likely) Shaped The Man I Am Today.

We Talked About My Inability To Conform.

My Struggles To “Fit-In” Anywhere.

The Friends I’ve Made.

Why I Made Those Few Friends In The First Place.

The Friends I’ve Lost.

Why I Lost Said Friends.

We Talked About My Plans For The Future…

…Or If I Honestly Had Any Real Plans For Any Type Of Future…

…And On…

…And On…

…And On And On And On.

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We Talked About My Time In The Navy.

The Good Things About It.

The Horrid Things About It.

Why I Was Discharged Early.

How I Felt About That.

How That (likely) Did Shape The Man I Am.

My Sleep/Insomnia Issues.

The Eval, Honestly, Seemed To Drag On…

…And On…

…And On And On…

…More Questions…

…More Answers…

…Begat More Questions…

…Begat More Answers.

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Honestly, My Peeps…

…I’ve Never Felt More Internally Exposed.

My Life History…

…Broken Down Before Me…

…Into 10-HOURS Of Q&A.

It Was, By FAR, The Most Comprehensive Mental Evaluation Of My 30’ish-Year Existence.

When It Was Finally Over…

…I Was So Drained I Could Hardly Stand-Up.

Lucky For Me…

…The Eval Took Place About 10-Blocks Away From My Home.

I Felt Sick.

I Was Nauseated.

I Had A Headache Direct From Hell’s Half-Acre.

I Felt Torn-Open…

…All Of My Guarded Skeletons Now Released Out Into The World…

…And Now A Part Of Record.

You Can’t Sincerely Know How It Felt Until You’ve Done It.

You Simply Can’t, My Peeps.

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It Was Grueling.

It Was Embarrassing.

It Was Humiliating.

It Was Irritating.

It Was Exhausting.

It Was Enraging.

It Was Draining.

It Was Helpful.

It Was (HOPEFULLY) Worth It.

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It Really Was The Most Difficult Q&A Session Of My Life.

Half-Way Into It…

…You Can Easily Imagine…

…I Was Ready To Get-Up And Leave And Just Go Home.

She Pulled Things Out Of Me…

(Mentally And Emotionally Speaking)

…I’d Been Repressing Most Of My Life.

She Got Me To Admit I’d Been Molested By A Former Neighbor.

She Got Me To Admit I’d Suffered Multiple Concussions From Major Head-Traumas.

She Got Me To Admit My Lack Of True Emotions In Some Cases…

…And Truly Overt Emotions In Others.

She Got Me To Talk About How I Used To Get Into Fights With My Peers In School…

…And How People Started Leaving Me Alone Because I Was Too Unpredictable.

She Got Me To, As I’ve Said, ย Talk About Why I Was Discharged Early From The Navy…

…And How I Was Hazed/Bullied/Pressured Into Signing My Name To The Confession I Was Prompted To Draft At The Time.

She Got Me To Admit How I Felt When I Was Sent To The Brig…

…Placed In Solitary Confinement…

…And Put On Rations Of Bread And Water For THREE (3) Days.

She Got Me To Actually Talk About My Auditory-Hallucinations.

My Extreme Paranoia.

My Lack Of Sympathy And Empathy Toward Others.

The Woman Was Very Good At Her Job.

In The End…

…However…

…In Handing Down Her Diagnosis…

…She Told Me Nothing I Didn’t Really Already Know.

A.D.H.D.

Depression.

Schizophrenia.

Personality Disorder.

Underlying, Unresolved Trauma.

Sociopathic Tendencies.

ย All Things I Could Have Just Told Her When I Walked Into Her Office.

BUT…

…Her Job Was To Confirm The Diagnosis Of Other Doctors…

…AND To Make Her Own Diagnosis.

And Boy OH Boy Was Sheย Thorough.

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Needless To Say…

…I’m Just Glad It’s Over.

I Was Honestly Hoping Beyond Hope I’d Sleep Better Tonight.

As You Can Easily See…

…That Didn’t Happen.

Another Night Of Around 3’ish Hours Of Actual Sleep.

BUT…

…That’s Why I’m Writing To Y’all Right Now.

I Figured MAYBE If I Got All Of This Out Into The Open, My Mind Would Calm-Down…

…Relax…

…And Possibly Allow Me To Get Back To Sleep.

Is This Helping Me Relax?

Yes.

Some.

Do I Feel As Though I Could Get Back To Sleep?

No.

Not Really.

Am I Glad I’m Sharing This With You?

Yes.

Somewhat.

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Why Just “Somewhat”???

Because One Never Knows How Others Will React To Hearing Certain Things…

…And I Don’t Want Y’all, My Peeps, To Be Uncomfortable With What I’m Saying.

This Really Was Something I Sincerely Wanted To Get Off Of My Chest…

…So Perhaps I’m A Touch More Than “Somewhat” Glad I’m Sharing This With Y’all.

You Cats And Kittens Are Okay By Me…

…And I Wanted To Try (potentially) Connecting With Y’all A Bit More.

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Am I A Mental Headcase?

Yes.

Is That Now A “Fact” Of Record?

Yes.

Am I Going To Let It Affect What I Do Here?

Hopefully Not.

Do I Love Being Able To Talk With Y’all?

More Than You’d Believe.

Are My Eyes A Touch Weepy, And Do I Need To Shut-Up For The Moment?

Yes AND Yes.

Am I Willing To Answer Some Questions From Y’all?

Sure…

…Some.

Will I Be As Open And Honest With Y’all As I Was With Her?

I Don’t Know.

Is This A Good Place To End This?

Yeah…

…I Think So.

L8r L8r, My Peeps.

And Thank You Again For Listening Reading.

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Songs That Make Me Smile: Special Edition: “MELISSA” by THE ALLMAN BROTHERS BAND (1972)

Crossroads…

…Seem To Come And Go…

…Yeah…

…The Gypsy Flies From Coast To Coast…

…Knowing Many…

…Loving None…

…Bearing Sorrow…

…Having Fun…

…But Back Home He’ll Always Run…

…To Sweet MELISSA…

…Mmm Hmm…

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MELISSAIs A Simply Beautiful Song From The 1972 AlbumEAT A PEACHBy The ALLMAN BROTHERS BAND !!!

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…Freight Train…

…Each Car Looks The Same…

…All The Same…

…And No One Knows The Gypsy’s Name…

…And No One Hears His Lonely Sighs…

…There Are No Blankets Where He Lies…

…Lord, In Deepest Dreams The Gypsy Flies…

…With Sweet MELISSA…

…Mmm Hmm…

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Honestly…

…I’d Been Meaning To Do A Little Blog Post Of This Song…

MELISSA

by The ALLMAN BROTHERS BAND

…For A Few Months Now.

You See…

…In MY Life…

…I Have My Own SWEET MELISSA.

I Actually Refer To Her As MISTRESS MELISSA A Lot Of The Time.

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MY MELISSA

…Has Been A Part Of My Life Since 1998.

That’s When We Both Graduated From High School…

…And When She And I Both Entered The United States Navy.

We Met Each Other While Attending…

THE DEFENSE INFORMATION SCHOOL

…Where We Both Studied PRINT, PHOTO, And BROADCAST JOURNALISM.

She’s My Soul-Mate.

She’s The Best Female Friend I’ve Ever Had…

…And Likely Will Ever Have.

After We Both Graduated From Journalism School…

…We Sadly Lost Track Of Each Other.

She Was Stationed Overseas…

…While I Went To Washington State, And Served Aboard The U.S.S. ABRAHAM LINCOLN.

However…

…Nearly A Decade Later…

…She Found Me!

(Thank You Internet!!!)

She And I Have A Very Special Bond.

She’s One Who Understands The Hell I Went Through, In Regard To My Naval Service.

She Went Through Her Own Personal Hell, Also, And I Think That Made Our Bond That Much Stronger.

Now…

…Just To Be Clear…

…NO…

…NO We Never Dated, Or Anything Like That.

It Was Never That Kind Of Relationship.

But She’s My Woman, Nevertheless.

She’s My Navy Sister.

I Do Love The Girl, With All My Heart.,,

…And It’s Impossible For Me To Listen To…

The ALLMAN BROTHERS BAND

…EVER…

…Without Wanting To Hear This Song…

MELISSA

Period.

I Wish I Could Describe The Bond We Share…

…But I Don’t Think It’s Really Possible.

She Does Mean The World To Me.

She’s My #1 Chick.

And I Love Her Very Much.

So…

…This Blog Post Is Solely Dedicated To Her…

MY MELISSA

…Without Whom I Think I Would Have Lost My Marbles A Long Time Ago.

As I Said, She’s Been Part Of My Life For Almost 15 Years, Now.

She’s The Finest Example Of A Kind, Caring, Loving Human Being I Know…

…And I’m Very VERY Pleased To Be Doing This Post For Her.

I Sincerely Can’t Wait To See Her, Again.

It’s Been Far Too Long Since We Shared Some Quality Face-To-Face Time…

…But I Can Still Call Her, Or Text Her, Or Email Her…

…And Can Do So Anytime I Please.

She And I Have The Ability To Totally Open-Up To Each Other In Conversation…

…And I Never Have To Worry About Feeling Insecure When Doing So.

That’s What Having A Soul-Mate Is All About.

Someone You Can Always Run To When Things Get Too Crazy, Or Confusing.

And Like The Gypsy In The Song…

…When I Need To…

…I Can Always Run To

MY MELISSA

…Anytime.

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Much Love To You, Dearest.

And Much Love To Y’all, My Peeps.

Thanks For Being There When I Need To Vent…

…Or When I Need To Bounce An Idea Off Of You…

…Or When I Just Need To Talk…

…Whether It Be Important…

…Or Just For The Sake Of Talking.

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Y’all Please Take Care Of Yourselves…

…If Not For Yourselves…

…Do It For ME!

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Catch Ya Later, Kiddies!!!

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An Anchored Aircraft Carrier On A Gorgeous Day In Hawaii

Original Photo By Bradley Alan

Snapped This Shot While In PEARL HARBOR, HAWAII, During The Summer Of 2000.

It’s One Of Those Pics That Always Brings A Little Smile To My Face.

I Can Remember The Day It Was Taken…

…And How Exceptionally Gorgeous It Was.

Hope Ya Dig It, My Peeps.

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A Lone Sailor And His Ship

Original Photo By Bradley Alan

This Shot Was Taken Off The Coast Of PERTH, WESTERN AUSTRALIA, AUSTRALIA.

The Lone Sailor Stares Back At His Ship (The U.S.S. ABRAHAM LINCOLN) From A Liberty Boat.

I Sincerely Hope Y’all Enjoy This One.

It’s A Photo That Was Purely Happenstance.

Guess I Got Lucky With It, Eh?!?!

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