I’m not sure if I’ll get my 2000 words done today. I did yesterday and it felt great. I’ll do my best and we’ll see how it goes.
Why? You might ask.
My brother is in town. We’re going to have dinner tonight. He had dinner with his boss and co-workers last night. I haven’t seen my brother since my father’s funeral. Inexcusable, I know, but times are tight. It’s sad, I know.
As I said, I did get my 2000 words in yesterday despite finding an addictive Tower Defense game. I won’t tell you the name because I don’t want you to get sucked in like I did. Lost a couple hours to that game. It was a good distraction, but distractions are distracting and I need to get back to focusing on my overall goal this year.
Putting down a couple thousand words per day has been good for the annual goal, though. I’m now better than 3 days ahead of my annual goal. If I stay on track, I’ll be way ahead. I like the sounds of that as vacations will happen later in the year ad I doubt I’ll write nearly as much during those times. It’s exciting to be two months into the year and still on target with most of my goals.
You may have noticed that Kance Encounter hasn’t dropped yet. Yes. I’m sorry about that. I’ve been writing far less fiction than intended and I do plan on getting it out there. Work on My Teacher is a Zombie was so much fun, that I may target this as my set of shorts for the year. I’ll have to bug Dan Dan the Art Man and see if he’s up for the challenge.
Yesterday I talked about my time in the Navy. A couple things I didn’t mention. In Jr. High I played drums in band. In High School I played drums in A band. My two best friends, Jeff Fahnstock and Sean McCoy and I had a three piece band called S.C.R.O.G. Inc and eventually we had a drummer Eric (I forget his last name). I continued with the drums until I got out of the Navy.
When I had to move from Florida to Colorado, I had to take a couple trips. They were long. They sucked. It was boring. Eastern Texas is beautiful. West Texas is 700 miles of nothing to look at and I went off the road more than once in my little car due to falling asleep.
When I was stationed in Seal Beach, Sean and Jeff were roommates in Long Beach (just North of Seal Beach) and we jammed a few times, but Jeff had his band and Sean practiced a lot. When I got out of the Navy, Jeff was still in Long Beach, but I didn’t want to go back. Sean had moved back to Durango, CO. I didn’t want to move back in with mom or dad. I didn’t want to go back to Durango either, but I didn’t have many options. I called Sean and the move happened.
Living in Durango as an adult is far different than as a student. As a student there isn’t anything to do except drink and get in trouble. As an adult, there isn’t anything to do except drink and get in trouble. The Navy taught me how to drink. Oh did it teach me how to drink. Me and alcohol never really mixed and it wasn’t until much later in life that I discovered this. But I digress.
Sean and I formed a band in Durango. I had sold my chrome and black drums for a sweet 5 string bass and bass stack. Sean helped me learn how to play bass and things progressed from there. I wasn’t great, but I got by. Mostly following along with the guitar.
When I got out of the Navy, I got a severance check. After taxes, that didn’t last long. I had to get not one, but two jobs. My first was working at the Humane Society. The other was working at a gas station on the outskirts of town. Both had their ups and downs. I love animals. I hated having to deal with what we did when we became overcrowded. I loved sitting and reading and taking money as a cashier. I hated working the second job because we closed up late. But these are the things you have to do to get by sometimes.
After a year in Durango, Sean and I packed up. We needed to move on. We wanted to be musicians, but there was little to no music scene in Durango. The only time any music scene happened was when our friend Jeff showed up for a visit. This is a long story. Perhaps I’ll tell that story tomorrow. It was a lot of fun.
We tried to decide where to move. The Grunge scene was just starting to break out of Seattle so we decided that going there was a bad idea. Any band that was going to make it had made it. Los Angeles/Long Beach we both decided wasn’t where we wanted to go. It was overcrowded with so many bands, we’d never get noticed. We decided to head down the coast to San Diego. We packed up all of our belongings, he packed up his girlfriend (my girlfriend could not leave town given her situation and it was sad to leave her) and we headed to where dreams and fortune would be ours.
Tomorrow, San Diego!
First an update about the lost boy who returned home:
Apparently there was a party. A text message was spread throughout the kid’s school and many went to this party (those that didn’t had deleted the message). A kid named Diego (not sure if that’s his real name or not) has parents who was known drug dealers. The police had been told about the boy’s parent’s party and that Diego’s phone had last been used in that area. When they showed up at Deigo’s home, they were turned away and not allowed to enter the house because they police didn’t have a search warrant. Now I’ve met the boy who’d gotten lost. He’s a good kid so for him to go to a party like this was out of the ordinary.
So the boy went to this party. He was found late Saturday night/Early Sunday morning at a bus stop with a woman obviously under the influence of something. The boy was distressed and said he had to get the woman on a bus and help her get home. He did not appear to be under the influence of anything and is now back at home and surely under the mercy of his parents. Thankfully is was just a teenager being a stupid teenager and not something more severe.
Since I didn’t write much yesterday, thought I’d say a little something about my older brother.
My brother joined the Navy out of high school. The following year, after hearing from him how great it was, I also joined. I did my time and got out. The regimented lifestyle wasn’t for me.
My brother, on the other hand, excelled in the Navy. There was a point he thought about getting out because his rate was so full he was having a difficult time advancing, but after a conversation with my mom, he decided to stick it out and finish out his 20 years of service (only a few years away at the time).
It makes me proud that he was able to do this.Not only did he retire, but he retired with a chest full of medals many which I recognize and know they weren’t easy to get, but I’m unsure of exactly what all he was award for.
He spent a great deal of time deployed and overseas. That’s all part of being in the Navy. I got out just as the first Gulf War was brewing and my brother was already there on his second or third tour. He was mostly on the west coast and Japan, though he did one tour on the East coast. A majority of his time was spent on carriers and he retired two of the oldest in the fleet. It was his time in Japan that he met his wife. He did his final tour of duty out of Washington where he now resides.
Growing up he and I did a lot of things together and I’m sure once I got older I had a little resentment for him. He and his friends were always out doing their thing and I got left behind a lot. When I did come along, I was the one that got picked on to no end so it was almost more fun to stay at home alone. He was always the outgoing one, and I the more shy.
I guess now that I’ve gotten older, I miss my brother a lot as once he joined the Navy, we didn’t spend much time together or really even talk much. He rescued me in San Diego. I was broke, no car, starving musician, and he was stationed here. We became roommates and I went back to school. When he left, he left me his car. I took over the payments and things started looking up for me. Sure it was a long hard road out of the ditch I’d dug for myself, but if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be where I am now.
My brother, deep down, it a great guy. He sometimes opens his mouth and you wouldn’t think so, but all in all his heart is in the right place. I think he and I became much closer when my father passed away. It was at that time I really realized that life is too short to hold a grudge. I’ m not even sure why I had a grudge against my brother in the first place. Maybe I hated the fact that I joined the Navy, but that was my choice and not his. I just know that I didn’t allow my relationship with my brother be all it could and it’s likely fault on both our parts.
Regardless of how things were between us, things are far better now. I do miss my niece and nephew as well as my sister-in-law, but I set roots in San Diego and have no intention of moving. I found my paradise. I just need to get up there to his neck of the woods and visit one day soon.
Jon, if you’re reading this. I love you bro!
And that’s all I have to say about that.