The JackB

"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." Groucho Marx

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A Simple Request

I am less than a million bucks short of an extra million which is my silly way of saying I am no where close to having a million bucks, let alone extra.

Don’t mistake that as me saying I am poor because I far from it and in a better position than I have been in a decade with prospects to significantly improve upon that.

But the past is never far enough away for me to forget where I was and how hard I fought to climb out of it in spite of others who tried to pull me back into the pit.

It is part of why I am exhausted because the endless battles can take a toll upon a fellow who is almost middle-aged.

Anyhoo, I have a simple request for the people who say they want my business–follow through on your promises.

You can probably apply that to other people in my life too. Don’t promise what you aren’t willing to give because I will hold you to it.

I am very hard to pin down because I don’t make promises easily, but if I do there is a pretty good chance I will turn the earth upside down trying to fulfill them.

Doesn’t mean there aren’t reasons or situations in which such things change because there are, but understand I will hold you accountable.

Which is no different than how I approach things because I hold me accountable.

It is a simple request, don’t overpromise and you won’t get a series of emails/phone calls when you fall short because I am that guy.


You Aggravated Me

I can neither confirm nor deny having thrown one of the 1,982,928 tumblers across the room when someone cut me off.

If you aren’t interested in hearing what I have to say you ought not to engage in conversation with me nor be concerned with my silence.

“You aggravated me” is as kind an expression as I have for explaining why I finally lost it. Doesn’t happen often, you really have to make an effort to get me there, but it is possible to do.

And once you do, well I don’t unwind quite so fast. Wish I did.

Your Neighbors Are Bad People

It takes five minutes of conversation to hear the tale of the neighbors who say they believe in a popular conspiracy theory about a patriot known by a single letter.

Five minutes to hear they believe satanists have taken over and are eating and or abusing people.

Five minutes to learn they are prepared to use weapons to fight this scourge and to fight for a way of life that never existed outside of books and movies.

“What do you think?”

“Your neighbors are bad people. Your neighbors are no different from Germans or Poles who turned the Jew next door into the Nazis and celebrated by stealing their possessions.”

“That’s an extreme position.”

“Maybe, but so is belief in a conspiracy theory that is so strong you are willing to take up arms. Be careful with the true believers because they’ll kill you first and ask questions later, assuming they ever think to ask.”

A Reasonable Motto

Found the photo above online in a few different places and captured it. Showed it off to SQ and said “it is a reasonable motto” but got no reply.

Shrugged my shoulders and remembered silence is acceptance or so they say, whoever they is or are.

Would rather debate this sort of nonsense than spend chunks of time thinking or wondering about whether the current chaos can be overcome and or managed.

Suppose it’s time for faith and hope and a willingness to buckle in and buckle down because this ride might get rough.

But rough doesn’t mean impossible or suggest it cannot be overcome so here goes nothing or something.

Bricks In The Wall

Sometimes songs hit me for different reasons and today I hear this as a son and father.

There are the few who know enough to ask and fewer still who get answers because sometimes you don’t know a damn thing even though you think you do.

Sometimes you don’t get answers, responses or information because I am not interested in hearing you prattle on about solutions that aren’t applicable but sound good because you paint with the broadest of brushes.

Given my druthers I would gladly accept your solution because that would mean this particular challenge could be solved with far less time and effort than it requires but that is not how life works.

And given my dedication and sense of responsibility I can’t half ass this and I am ok with it, sometimes that is how it goes.

But if you asked and I chose to answer I’d describe this as the most painful thing I have encountered but would also say I can see significant progress so there is ample reason to say we are going to get there…eventually.

Bits And Pieces Of Life

Forty-Two and Forty-three weren’t particularly good birthdays and there was a moment where I wondered if forty-four was going to imitate the previous two but things took a turn I went to bed with a big smile on my face.

It wasn’t the perfect ending but I don’t know that I could have told you exactly what that would have been and I am ok with that. I kind of enjoy and appreciate how predictably unpredictable life can be and have grown accustomed to just rolling with things.

Forty-four years has taught me a lot about life and how much can change in a moment. I have seen friends humbled by moments no one expected and stood graveside as we buried brothers, sisters, moms and dads.

The experiences have changed me and I am not who I once was. Don’t take that as me sounding wistful or upset because I am not. These experiences as the cliche goes truly have helped to make me who I am.

It is how I learned 567 Ways To Tell A Better Story.

Life Happens

Life happens and you take your experiences to build stories you might one day turn into a book. You write about characters and questions and ask yourself if you are telling a good story or not.

You wonder if people appreciate the story about how you knew Sister Mary in the biblical sense and how you helped make her see god. Not everyone can say that nor can they talk about how they made the atheist reconsider their position and not because your hands were on their hips.

Sometimes you just write because it is what you love to do and you figure those who enjoy it will keep hanging around and those who don’t will leave no matter what you do.

That is ok, people come and people go.

Let ‘Em In

It has been a Paul McCartney weekend. Been listening to Band on The Run and Let ‘Em since last night for no other reason than I heard the songs in my head. Heard a few others too and listened to them as well.

Sometimes I think of a song and I go listen because I am curious.

Some people would say it is the universe sending me a message while others classify it in a different way. As for me, well I don’t spend a ton of time wondering or worrying about why the songs pop into my head.

I love music and I find it is a very useful tool for writing. It helps set a tone and spurs my imagination. Sometimes a song will remind me of something or someone and I use that as inspiration for some of my fiction.

Goodbye MCA

It is almost a year since MCA died. Can’t say I was ever the biggest Beastie Boys fan but I have a million memories tied up in a few of those songs and let’s face it Adam Yauch was a contemporary and musician.

But unlike other musicians he didn’t kill himself or die from a drug overdose. His death was different because of that.

And now I have some links to share with whomever wishes to read them:

  1. Do What You Were Born To Do
  2. A Work In Progress
  3. 163 Reasons Why Successful Businesses Are Not Based Upon User Experiences
  4. Can You Write a Funny Post
  5. I Wish Some Of You Would Just Shut Up
  6. 7 Things You Never Say To Mean Moms
  7. Can You Build Community Without Comments?
  8. Write Now The Tales That Should Be Told
  9. There is No Relationship Between Your Bank Account & Your IQ
  10. Do You Ever Delete Posts You Have Published?
  11. What Is The Value of A Comment?
  12. The Ancient Art of Blogging
  13. Writing Is Not The Hardest Part Of Blogging
  14. Children Shouldn’t Be On Facebook- Dad Said No
  15. Be A Better Blogger- Sustain Your Effort Edition

Got to run now For The Night Is Dark and Full or Terrors. Be good kids, Winter is Coming.

Is It Fact or Fiction

I have received more than one email asking for explanations about these posts:

I Had a Dream
The Story of Two Souls
My Brother- A Lesson in Simple Physics
A Boy Named Mookie

Here is an assortment of songs to go along with those:

This Time– John Legend
Crazy Love (Live)-Ray Charles & Van Morrison
Do Ya Think I’m Sexy– Rod Stewart
The Rising– Bruce Springsteen
Whiskey Lullaby– Brad Paisley & Allison Krauss
City of Blinding Lights– U2
Live Like You Were Dying– Tim McGraw
Secret World– Peter Gabriel
Hard to Handle– Otis Redding
What’s Going On– Marvin Gaye
Ain’t No Mountain High Enough– Marvin Gaye Tammi Terrell
Telephone Line– ELO
If I Needed Someone– The Beatles
The Fire Inside– Bob Seger

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