An Untitled Mess

I know that it's not a Throw Back Thursday but lately I've dubbed myself and my blogging buddy the Midnight Marauders.  Technically, we don't loot, plunder, pillage, raid or rob but still...we own the night (sorry, I ripped that from a commercial...probably Taco Bell).  So, since I don't want to talk about my day (it was pretty bad), I'm going to tell you about my old friend Mike Sandler, a.k.a. Sandman and his radio show, you guessed it, the Midnight Marauders. Sandler was my co-counselor when I worked at Camp Sea Gull in the summer of 2005.  Cabin 37, first and second sessions.  That was my first summer working out there and it was just crazy fun.  I was assigned to Cabin 37 with the Sandman and a dude named Alex Ferraro, a.k.a. Chief, with whom I became very good friends.  I didn't have a cool nick name, I was just Dan.  I was a co-counselor but I didn't sleep in the cabin because I was on crutches after my knee surgery and the director thought ...

Why this week?  Why do I have to fight all of this right now?  I don't want to be strong any more, I don't want to keep putting this mask on to masquerade through life. Today I had to talk about something I didn't want to talk about to someone that I didn't want to talk to.  Another mask, pretending like it didn't bother me and that everything is "ok".  Well, guess what, I don't have the answers you want and you don't have the answers I need. Then I get this from Alex: I'm not sure what it means, but it seems like the surgery that Hunter had last week didn't do what they were hoping it would and he is back in the hospital.  He doesn't deserve this...another battle. I went to a banquet tonight with dad that was for honoring veterans.  I sat at a table with a man who joined the Army in 1943.  He fought in World War II and Korea and made over 100 jumps in his 23 year career.  He knows battle.  Sure makes your life seem insignifi...