"My only faith's in the broken bones and bruises I display"

Man, what a clusterfuck of a blog that last one was.

You may not agree; I dunno. I don't really get much in the way of feedback. But I'm not really writing for anyone else. I'm writing for myself.

Point is, I know the blog I wrote last night kinda sucked. It was all over the place. It was more as if I was making a climb up to that plane I like to sit on when I write, not actually sitting on the plane. That's not to say today's will be much better, but my mind isn't reeling like it was last night. And by reeling, I meant the fact that I was talking to a few people before I started writing. I knew I wanted/had to write, but I didn't give myself enough time to cool down from the said conversations. It's like driving on the highway at 100km/h, then turning off onto a municipal road and not bothering to slow down. That's the closest comparison I can make.

I have to talk about a certain song again...
Bruce Springsteen's "The Wrestler". Not since my discovery of the live version of "Freebird" have I been so compelled listen to a song over and over and over and over again.
I've done it.
I'm doing it now.
One conclusion I've come to is that I want this song played at my funeral when I die. That could be in two weeks, it could be in two decades. I might never die.
If there's one song that I feel I can really relate to, it's this. Not in the most literal sense, mind you. But metaphorically speaking, this song is me. If you give the song a listen and you understand it, then there's a good chance you'll get me.
For added help, watch "The Wrestler" (the movie), starring Mickey Rourke. It's out on DVD April 21st (yep, i've been keeping track. it's a must have). I saw it a few months back when I managed to find a link so I could stream it online.
One of the best movies I have ever seen.
Ever.
Bar none.
Even if you're not a fan of pro wrestling, you will dig this movie. I don't wanna go too much into it, because it'll end up turning into a half-assed movie review. I'll leave it at this, by saying that I cannot say enough good about the movie.

Wrestling and music... these are a few of my favorite things.

I'm a little tired of this weather... It's snowing again in Gander. I don't dig this at all. Not one bit. Mind you, the snow has taken a maaaaassive beating over the last couple of weeks, but the snow we're getting now is almost like what one would expect during the first few days of winter. Christ's sake. It's officially Spring here. Come on. Where's the sunshine and roses?

They exist up here. *imagine me pointing to my head*
Remember that Garden I told you about? The one that exists in your mind? I've got plenty of sunshine in mine. There are roses, daisies, tulips... you name it. Ain't no weeds up here.
I think positive thoughts, remember.

And if you don't have a clue what I'm talking about, just ask me. I'll gladly fill you in. It makes perfect sense once you stop to think about it.


Ever think of telepathy? I mean, are you one of those skeptics?
Stay tuned. I've got a little trick I'd like to talk about in my next blog.