: About Me

Trying to describe who I am is like trying to write the ending to an ever changing novel. I'm a work in progress and hope to keep such status for years to come.

I've experienced much in life so far. I've work on an oil rig in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico, I've been part of a fire company, served in the United States Air Force, lived through hurricane Katrina and the aftermath that followed, and these are only the experiences that come to mind at the moment. I'm sure I could write about my many adventures while in college earning my degrees or about growing up in the bayous of southeast Louisiana with my siblings.

I once wrote a poem while dabbling as an English major back in my college days. I believe the first few lines tell quite a bit "about me".

"I've lived my life in many forms
been down the path of least resistance
which caused my need for much assistance
I shed this skin to be reborn and challenge yet another form"

My passion is ...

...experiencing everything that life has to offer.

I know too much about ...

...nothing and too little about everything.

My parents always told me ...

...say yes sir / no sir and yes ma'am / no ma'am.

My childhood ambition ...

...was to walk on the moon.

My favorite memory ...

...is growing up with my sisters in the bayous of Louisiana.

Why I write ...

...because it's the only way that I know how to relax.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

...my soon to be step-daughter playing with her puppy.

My first job ...

...was a summer job as a dockhand at a marina.

My best moment ...

...happens every night, when I say Goodnight to my soon to be wife.

My inspiration ...

...is shared by everyone that's made an impact in my life.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas humor

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As Christmas drew near I began to prepare I was nice to my sister, quit pulling her hair I visited Santa, he works at the mall He asked "Were you good?", I proceeded to stall There's no need to lie, you see all that I do You know i'm the one who burns bags filled with poo "It was me and I'm sorry." I said in his ear I then backed away, Santa smelled like a beer With a tug it was clear that his beard wasn't real I told you my secrets! You're not the real deal I've been tricked! double crossed! I've been lied to by all I then leaped from his lap and ran home from the mall I confronted my sis...

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