The Start Of Something Great…Hopefully

I’ve been tinkering with the idea of starting a blog for quite some time now, trying to determine whether I had the time to undertake something serious or not. I didn’t want to start off strong only to slowly lose interest, since I already did that with gymnastics. And calligraphy. And college. So I’ve decided to start off here on WordPress with a trial run of sorts, to see just how interested potential readers, as well as myself, really are. If things seem to go well, then I will keep it up.

I was trying to think of a really interesting topic for my first post, something that would grab a reader’s attention and be sure to get them to bookmark me. I didn’t have any good ideas until one just hit me. And when I say it hit me, I mean I hit it. Going about 55 mph in my car. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, as of around 8:30 pm on January 10th, I no longer have a vehicle. It seems that I am unable to control a car when there is even the slightest bit of rain. More importantly, the only asshole in America who is not as lazy as the rest of us and would rather build his mailbox support out of 200 bricks instead of one damn wooden pole, lives right up the road from me in a bend that cars tend to be unable to navigate. When I went back today the conversation went something like this:

Me: I’m really sorry I hit your mailbox castle.

Him: Hey man dont worry bout nuthin everybody hits my mailbox man!

Me: Maybe you should put up a sign. Or just stop building it over and over again out of bricks.

Him: But then it wouldnt be all classy and special. Hey look at my singin fish on thuh wall!

Ok that might be slightly exaggerated but you get the idea. The guy told me about literally dozens of wrecks he has witnessed in his days in that house. So many that he seems to be desensitized to a new one. He didn’t even seem concerned when I stumbled up to his house in the pouring rain looking like Will Smith after all the robots attacked him. Anyway, they totaled my car. It didn’t look that bad to me but apparently airbags cost $2000 apiece to reset and even back in its glory days the ‘Stang wasn’t worth that.

I appreciate you all joining with me in mourning. This is a tough time for all of us, but I know that by supporting each other and sending me money we are going to get through this. Don’t try and fight the six steps of loss: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance, and sending me money. Let me know if you like what you’ve read, I’ll do my best to keep things interesting. Please send me money.

Josh