I really do not have anything to blog about today so I had to turn on the creative juices today. I was not sure what was going to come out, so lets open my little box and see what we have today.
The World That is Honkeie:
Today I think I will go into what I have been through in a Cliff Notes kinda way. As with anybody I have had quiet a bit of stuff happen to me through out my life(I am 29 for the record until July 9th). Enough to make a coming of age book, and I have even enterain the idea of putting it down in a book. But I have never got up the courage to even show anyone what I have down so far. I have some of it put to paper, I like the old fashion pen and paper way of writting, and have yet to go back to it. Its been about 2 months since I even looked at what I wrote but maybe after today I will go back and continue.
-Time lasps of about 7 hours since I started this post-
And the funny thing I wrote 4 pages today alone in the saga that is honkeie. Here is the first part of my story that I have started. And hope to continue:
--I was born July 9th 1976 in San Antonio Texas. The story as to why I ended up being born there has been in a cloud of mystery. No body in my family has told me much of what happened to me as a child, hell my wife has gotten more out of them in the short 4 years we have been married than I have in my whole life. From what I have learned via the wife unit my mom went to TX to be with the baby daddy. But when she got there she found out that he was playing hide the bologna pony with another woman and she left his ass. Now all I know of him was that his name is Eddie Coffia and that he has long since married and had more kids. My mom moved back to Alabama to where she was originally from and most of our family lives. I have not had any contact with this man since the day of my birth. To my knowledge he did sign my birth certificate and knows I am alive. But again to my knowledge he has never made any real attempt to see me or know me. I have asked my mom a few times since I found out I was the ‘opps’ child about him but knows little to nothing about him.
--Now from here I have yet to learn much of anything that happened to me. I know that she had to have met the man I thought was my dad while I was 10. My earliest memories always had Gary, my brother’s father, in them. She married him somewhere in the time of my birth and my 3rd birthday. My brother and I are 4 years apart and I remember her being pregnant with him. We lived in the mountains of AL at this time and I even saw snow for the first time in my life. It would be the last time I saw snow until we moved to NJ in 1985. This was the house I had my first falling dream, and yes I hit the ground and lived. It is also the place I started playing with mommies make up, I am surprised I did not become the next Dee Snyder. I got an ass whooping for taking my mom’s make up and putting on my Little People, I loved those toys. During this time was about the time I got one of my first booners, all I knew was that something on me was growing so I figured that I was growing up. It was one of those cutie but uncomfortable moment for parents. I wish I could have seen it from their point of view; I would have probably died laughing.--
This is how I started my memiors of a lost redneck. I have a life time of stories and hope to get them all down before I can no longer remember them. They are all still fresh in my mind and can go over most of the good times over and over. The bad ones dont seem to be so close to the surface as I would have thought. Your mind has a funny way of white washing the past, I think that is why some ppl go back with thier ex's. They forgot all the bad stuff and all they can remember are the good times. It has gotten me a few times but I aways came to my senses before it was too late. Muahahahahhahahahahahahah*evil laugh*
Moment of Zen :