I'm going back through 11 years of history and all I can say is holy shit.
I should be asleep but no, I'm posting and it's something I need to do. I've been woefully negligent about posting and I really feel bad about that. LJ is good therapy for me. And my old journal archives, too. I can get insight into my life over a decade ago and see how far I really have come. I'm still a pretentious, mouthy egomaniac but I think I'm mellowed to a certain degree. A very long decade and a half of mindless self-degeneration, reckless abandon, soul searching, pain, heartache, selfishness, elation, sacrifice, desperation, co-dependance, fear, love and holding my breath has led me to this exact moment, sitting here in my house. Buddha, having made his triumphant kitty return lay in the corner snoring while my wife and children are in the next room doing the same. But I'm not. Instead I'm reading into my past and smiling ear to ear knowing that it was all so worth it. I won't bore folks with more text so instead I invite you to check into what I was like 8, 10 and 11 years ago over at
The DailyJournal.org Archive and I'll leave you with this pic of my kids.
They are the absolute and definitive reason I'm gone through everything I've gone through over the years. The love of my wife and my children are the reasons I know nothing I did was in vain.