Guess who’s back, back, back. Back again…..
It’s been awhile since I have put fingers to keyboard and written about things on my mind but it has been a hectic Summer to say the least. We had a big move, I survived a sprint triathlon, we basically changed our entire yard and then I almost lost an eye because bungee cords are the devil. These are all pretty stressful things and drinking is something that I probably would have fell back on in my past but even after our new neighbor left a bag of Tater’s crap on our doorstep, I calmly just tossed it in the bin and went about my day. I don’t know what it is about moving but it’s never easy being the new guys on the block, especially when your neighbor courtviews you (just a shot in the dark but I’m going to guess that’s how she found out) and you hear from her seven year old son that he knows I have so many bikes because I can’t drive. You know, I realize courtview is public and I know that I am a felon, but does it ever occur to some people that actually getting to know someone could be helpful? I really cannot be any more open and honest about my past but throwing judgement at me like that is a dick move.
I wrote a blog a few years back about what I would tell my son about my past when he was old enough. He still isn’t old enough to fully understand the poor choices that I have made, but he has realized that I never drive and he has asked me why I don’t. At this point I have just told him that I made poor choices when I drove, so right now I am not allowed to drive. I think for now, some sort of response was all he wanted and he took it in stride but it still tugged at my heart strings because that isn’t something that you want to tell your child. You want to be a role model and you want your children to look up to you. I know that he doesn’t care if I drive or not and he was just curious but for me, it’s more than that. Making the choices I made have affected many things about my life. I think out of everything it has affected, being the father and husband I want to be is the hardest without the ability to drive. Thank god for my wife, if not for her I don’t know where I would be. Probably not far without a license but you get the point.
I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it, don’t drink and drive. It’s not worth it, not one bit. Also, be careful with bungee cords. Seriously.