Feel The Silence

You lie awake at night
With blue eyes that never cry
All you remember now
Is what you feel

The truth remains
In midnight conversations
I asked for this moment
But you turned away

Sad like a lonely child
Broken the day you're born
I held the light to you
But I was so vain

And you remain
A promise unfulfilled
I ask you for more
But you push me away

And if we feel the silence
Holding this all inside
Everything means more now than
Words could explain

And if we feel the silence
Holding this all inside us
Looking for something more to say
I don't know where I'm going
Only know where I been
But you move through my soul like a hurricane wind
We've been so lost for so long
I don't know how to get back again
And we're drowning in the water
That flows under this bridge
When you're fighting the current
You forget how to live
And I wanted to reach you but I don't know where to begin
And you remain
A promise unfulfilled until today

And if we feel the silence
Holding this all inside
Everything means more now than
Words could explain
And if we feel the silence
Leaving this all behind us
When it's gone what will you say

How do we hold on
How do we hold on
How do we hold on
How do we hold on
How do we hold on

You lie awake at night
With blue eyes that never cry

...The Goo Goo Dolls

Coon Hunting

If you care to hear another story about my jaded youth, here goes...

As I've said in previous posts, I loved to spend summers on the farm, there are certain activities on the farm that can be very fun. One of these activities was coon hunting. Typically this would happen on Friday or Saturday nights. You would have to wait until "pure" dark before even thinking about headin out.

Now, for you people that have never been coon hunting, or know little about coon dogs, it is a very rich tradition in the south, and it can also be a very rich hobby to your wallet. A well bread black & tan coon dog can go for upwards of 2 or 3 thousand dollars. Not all but a lot of pickups you see in Georgia have dog boxes in the back, these are generally used to transport your hounds. Coon dogs don't really make good pets, don't ask me why, but they seem to do better outside with a pack than laying curled by your chair inside. There are all kinds of ways to train these dogs to hate coons, and I wont go into them, but needless to say its not always an enjoyable experience for the coons themselves.

One night we took off hunting, there were 3 or 4 trucks loaded with dogs, hunters, rifles, beer & beachnut (tobacco) and everybody was in the mood for fun. One spot isn't really any better than another to hunt, because coons are pretty much everywhere done here, proof being roadkill every mile or so along the highways. What your basically looking for in a hunting area is seclusion to be as loud as you want and not disturb anyone as to get the law called after you. However, in our case, it didn't really matter because the sheriff was with us, and I swear to god he gave all of my cousins "posse" badges. What you worried about was the gamewarden. When you arrive at your desired location the proper method to begin the hunt consists of hollering as loud as you can to get the dogs riled up, release them, watch the run off & open a beer. Now, if I had to be a hunter, this would be one of the methods I would prefer the most. A expert coon hunter knows his dogs well and can tell exactly when their barking changes from running around in the woods raising hell, to treeing a coon and going crazy trying to climb the tree itself.

At this point its no longer fun, you grap your gun and strat trudging through the woods. At midnight it really isn't all that fun, and trust me, deep in the Georgia woods, there are plenty of things besides coons in the woods. The worst part is stepping in springs, wading through streams, and getting slpped in the face by branches. The company and excitement somewhat numbs the soreness of your cold feet and red welps on your face. At some point, right when your mood starts to take a noise dive, you finally reach the dogs. By some means, and I don't know how, they follow the coon from tree to tree as he is trying to escape the pack. Coon hunters not only invest a lot of money on their dogs, but own some of the most powerful flashlights you would ever need to land a 747. These things can illuminate the tree well enough to knock a coon out of it with a .22 rifle.

The trick after that is getting the coon when he falls before the dogs do. Every once in a while you let them fight the coon a bit to further increase their hate for the damn things, but some coons can really tear up a hounds face pretty good. Also, if you let the dogs go at it too long a theory is that they will grow tired of chasing them and not want them as badly, I don't really know. A lot of farms around the south sport coon skinds hanging to dry, tacked to the side of the buildings. Farm hands are given the meat, and most if not all like it.

On one particular hunt, my brother and I were in the back of one of the trucks and the driver spotted a possum running across the peanut field we were crossing. Of course the thing to do was try and run over it, only natural right? Not only did he manage to hit the damn thing, he actually stopped, and threw it in the back of the truck with us. Off we go again, and I hear this hissing, what sounds like a huge snake in the back of the truck with us, I turn on my flashlight and I see this possum backed into the corner with his mouth open showing very sharp teeth, looking like his plans including those sharp teeth and my leg. I almost put a sunroof in that truck beating on the roof, and everyone got a kick out of me and the possum that was playing possum...

Road Rage... (more vents)

I think this Blog has become my source for "temper" relief, so here goes, another chapter in the never ending saga of my bitching...

1. Ink pens with caps, I always end up with a giant black areola on all my polos. Damnit...
2. Ad/Spy-ware. OK, I guess its not their fault, its the dumb bastards that actually click on the links who are to blame. My fucked up philosophy is if there were no customers, the market would decline.
3. iTunes, OK, the Ipod is great, but I dont want your fuckin software, let me drag and drop - dirty mac-bastards.
4. Car mechanics. $700 to replace ball joints? OK, at least give me a kiss before you slide it in! (point - Not all mechanics are dirty rat bastards, even the ones that charge a lot for work performed, as all hunters arnt totally bad, but I reserve the right to vent freely, and use as many damn comma's in my Blog as I feel is necessary to get the point across!)
5. This bastard comes in the store the other day and starts bitching about a $15 bill he got for a service call. He claims that its my generation being so greedy thats the cause of him not getting a free service call every once in a while. OK, I dont even know where to start on this cheap bastard. First of all, your only 5 or 10 years older than me, so you are my generation mother fucker! Secondly its $15, your shit was fixed, if you dont like it, go get your balljoints fixed!!!
6. I paid $3 for a bottle of water at the movie last week. How fucked up is that??
7. Mr.Wendall. Shes gotten old and shes now starting to drip on my office carpet. Where is the one place she doesnt? In her damn bed. Gimme a gun!

More to come I'm sure...

Anniversary

What is this land, that I have found
There is silence all around
It's the anniversary

Feel the fear and sad decree
Keeps my fragile heart at beat
On the anniversary

Through these dark and lonely streets
Drag my ragged grainy feet
It's the anniversary, the anniversary
It's the anniversary

How far is hate away from this
I, reluctant, feel your kiss
On the anniversary, the anniversary
The anniversary

Don't want to feel your kiss no more --


**Bubba, don't play that shit, it always makes you all mellow...

(i'm thinking it was the pot and not the song)

Poker Face

Strange how sometimes you don't want to do something because you know somebody will think your doing it because of them, and you actually arnt? I'm wondering if that even makes sense...

After working on my business website today we were going over Blog options and in the end decided a Blog wasn't right for it. However, I still see or do things that need to be Blogged about and totally forget about them afterwards. A couple of weeks ago I introduced a friend to my Blog and went back reading the archives and it was fun (most of the time), I would like to delete some of the more depressing ones, but that would totally defeat the idea, right? Who knows.

Well, haven't played poker in a while, but after a trip to the liquor store Saturday night that streak came to a sudden, very costly end. The buy-in was $20 and that was gone after one round around the table. I ended up losing a grand total of $65, that's HORSE-SHIT! LOL. We had fun, but I think were going to modify our betting rules before the next time we play.

What else, hmmm. Oh yeah, watched King Kong 2006 last week, awesome movie. Yeah we know what happens in the end but the graphics rocked. Also saw IceAge 2 this weekend, I highly recommend it to everyone.

Talk later...