Life In The Slow Lane...
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San Diego, CA, United States
This is a commentary about the slow lane, about the slowing of time since I suffered a severe brain injury while skateboarding with my dog. This is a blog about recovery; about our '82 VW Westfalia. It's about writing, surfing, camping, married life, bleeding ulcers that make you feel old at 32; about family, friends, and my dog Artie; it's about cruising in fourth gear, getting passed by every car and learning to appreciate every second of it.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Giving It Another Go!

I've been sweating for a week straight. The sweat is one part nerves and the other from the hot and humid wind that has blown since Aimee and I landed in Florida.

It's been nice to see old friends (see picture of dead rat in the Ron Jon's fountain) and visit with Aimee's family.

But, (cue the complaints) it has also been completely exhausting, as is most everything I do.

I viewed this trip as another chance, an opportunity to return, not only to my former home but to my former self.

I packed my journal, the one I haven't used in more than six months. I envisioned myself writing on the plane, possibly regain the desire to take another stab at writing fiction or at least trying to rewrite that poor attempt at a novel I finished a few years back. Most of all, I hoped to delete the thoughts in my head that play over and over again, the ones that focus on an old injury, the thoughts that prompt the excuses, the shitty reactions, the clenched fist at my jaw; all those familiar outbursts.

Today, I made the drive from Indialantic to Gainesville to see an old friend. And, tonight I will visit some of the places, most likely a bar that I frequented in the past, back when I worked so hard at trying to become a writer, or, at least, what I thought a writer should be. Until today the journal and the computer have had a home in my bag. Of course, I'm not surprised but am a bit disappointed.

It's funny, seven years after moving from here I return with a shaved head from male-pattern baldness and a large scar tracing the right side of my head, with the same objective that I had as a 26-year-old wannabe writer. I hope this attempt turns out better than the first.


  1. Nice...rat.
    It was SO good seeing you guys - too short obviously. Photos of those boys in their RJ goods to come!

  2. what I have found out for myself, sometimes turning back and feeling stuck in old shapes, is shortly before things change. still, the knowledge doesn't help when it is actually happening ;-)

  3. You look happier in that picture :)
    All the best with your writing, I'll bet it starts to come together for you, look how far it's come since you started this blog...

  4. Life can be funny like that sometimes; you end right back up in the same place. On the bright side though, you chose to do the same thing twice, so you are on the right path. :)

  5. It stinks that slimy spammers have infiltrated your blog, but rest assured,those of us that have been following your progress are still supporting you.