An Interesting Story

Yes...that's Jesus. And yes...he has laser hands. I love this picture (of a picture) so much. We were at a flea market in Georgia that had things like this and some of the other "must haves" in this picture; the "Earnhardt Ave." bumper sticker, the bust of a buck, or the glowing fake fish tank. It also had puppies, cell phone chargers, old Nintendo games, and anything else you could possibly think of. It was the most exciting/weirdest place I've ever witnessed.

The funny thing about pictures is they can cause a flood of memories. This particular picture makes me think more about the awful condition some of the puppies we saw for sale were in. Some looked like they were dying. It was depressing. I have a soft spot for animals, and seeing one in pain is excruciating for me. This all ties back to my adventure to the bank the other day. I was driving from the mall to pick up some change for work and there was a family of ducks crossing the road. I stopped and watched them waddle across the road. They got to the median and proceeded to the other side. the light for oncoming traffic came and some jerk wad proceeded to haul ass and almost hit the ducks. Luckily, the little ones were already across and the momma duck flew away but I literally was ready to follow this guy and pull him out of his car. What kind of lowlife is in such a hurry that he is willing to hit and kill innocent ducks? In all the time I live in Woodbridge, I never saw a duck get hit by a car at Tackett's Mill. I've knocked Woodbridge many times, but at least up there, the people didn't try to run over the water fowl. Only here in Fred-necks-burg would the inbred mouth breathers do such a thing.

While on the subject of the unwashed masses of the lovely Spotsylvania/Stafford/Fredericksburg conglomerate of duh, I joked with one of my friends that if I could do it all over again, I would go to school to be a dentist and move down here because......damn.....I've never seen so many people with so few teeth. And the ones they have are brown and deteriorating. ick. There are times I love living down here, the summer time is not one of them. I take a lot of cheap shots at this area, but it really isn't a bad place to live. The majority of the people down here are super nice. There are worse places to be raising the kids.

I got to see my Uncle Steve and Aunt Susan yesterday. I love them. With me, my aunts and uncles were always cooler than my actual parents. We like the same stuff, we have similar personalities...it's weird I tells ya.

Uncle Steve is a Vietnam vet and just participated in his first Rolling Thunder. I did my time in the Army but never had anything as tragic or heart-wrenching happen to me as what happened to him. Many of his squad mates were killed, he took several rounds to his body, won I think 2 Purple Hearts...it makes me ashamed some times to even think that I did the same kind of service. He gave so much more than I could have ever...I will ride in Rolling Thunder one day as a tribute to all of those who gave it all. Those who lost limbs, loved ones, their own lives. Despite my frustration with the military, this is still my country and those guys are still my brothers. I owe it to them.