Mission too old, but young at heart.

From the time I was young, I always had a fascination with music. When I was in junior high I was in band playing snare drum and bass drum. It was a lot of fun. Then, the injury happened (shot in the head) and I could no longer be in band. Until, my junior year of highschool I played in the pit with the marching band. I couldn’t play the xylophones, but I could play the chimes and the bass drum. Our band got chosen to go to Disneyland which was a fun trip. We played out music in front of judges and we did pretty well.

So music has always been in my life for a long time. Fast forward , many years and I still write lyrics everyday and play drums and sing every day, so I guess that is my mission to be a musician. I have written many lyrics about the injury such as burning fire.

The memory of that night

I got shot in the head

Burns in sight

Should’ve been dead

But I live to fight

another day

As the anger ignites in my mind

Burning Fire burning Fire it’ll, never die, til I’m dead

Sparks fly

Anger ignites

Burned by that night

Flaming torches soar high

Scorching smoke rise

Up to the sky

Burning Fire burning Fire it’ll never die til I’m dead, til I’m gone away

Devastation of life

Falling over in the fire

For nothing

But the aching hate

In his mind

Burning Fire it’ll never die til I’m dead til I’m gone away burning Fire

Thank you for reading.

Long life is not what I had in mind.

Since I am disabled and shot in the head and have one functioning arm and walk with a gimp, my chances of living a long life, do not look possible. Unless they find a cure for paralysis, I don’t see myself living a long life. I eat healthy, salads and fruit and also yogurt, but that can only go so far. I am already pretty old, if I live very much longer. I will be a pathetic old man for real. So I am not counting on living a long life.

So, my idea is to leave my sister some money when I am gone. So she can be self-reliant on herself because I don’t think they are going to cure paralysis anytime soon. So for now, I walk in the light of God and when he is ready I will go back home to him. Thank you for reading.

God’s home is somewhere out there.

Do differently, that makes sense

See I am a night owl. I stay up very late in the morning. I work at night with Doordash, so there are not as many cars on the road. So I can alleviate the chances of being in an accident.

Well, what I could do differently is I could get up early and start my day like everyone else, but I’m roped into staying up late and sleeping in until the afternoon. I wish I could get up early like everyone else but while people are getting out of bed. I have been reading the internet because my sleep schedule is so different from everyone else’s. I drink coffee to stay up late, that is my weapon of choice.

In conclusion-I wish I could get up early like everyone else and go to bed by 9 pm, but I go to bed very late and sleep until the afternoon, which works all right since I do Doordash. If, I was to get another job, I would have to rearrange my schedule and be a day person, which in the future I will probably do this because Doordash is a side hustle. It can only pay so much. I probably will have to join the many other people and become a day person. Thank you for reading.

I spend more time thinking of the past.

Even though, my gun shot wound to the head is depressing, I don’t want it to happen again. So I think about it and try to alleviate situations that put me in that situation again. I never get into fights with anyone because that is a good way to wind up shot.

There have been countless people shot in America because they got into an argument with someone, so I am very nice to people because you never know who has a gun and I don’t want to put myself at risk.

I don’t think about the future that much because then I get anxious and my blood pressure goes up. I sometimes think of future bills and this just makes me work harder to cover them.

If you think of the present and don’t lose track of it, you should be fine. Think about it, the past can be painful, and depressing so you shouldn’t go there. The future hasn’t happened yet, so it is best to stick to the present and focus on right now and prepare for the future to happen, that is the best thing. Thank you for reading.

Colleges that I attended-

I went to Pima Community college and received an Associate Degree in Social services. After spending seven years trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my college education.

Then, I went to Arizona State University the school of Social Work  in Tucson and received my Bachelor’s degree in Social work. I also have another degree in Social Work, but it doesn’t matter. I also attended University of Arizona and just took classes there to get the degree in Social work. It was a great experience, meeting people and learning the field of social work. All these colleges and universities were in Tucson AZ. Thank you for reading.

Playing is part of my life.

Yes I do incorporate play into my daily life. I play drums everyday very quietly because I live in an apartment, but playing drums is very important to me because of all my anger and pent up frustration that I feel because of the disability I have. Well, since I don’t take out frustrations on anyone, I take them out on my drum set. I sing and write lyrics too, but the drums are my main thing ,when it comes to play. Thank you for reading. Darcy my drum set is a good girl 😆.

Challenges that are hard to deal with.

My biggest challenge is being disabled after being shot in the head. This challenge will follow me for my whole life. Using my non-dominant arm for everything is hard. I am afraid my right arm will give out one of these days because I use it for everything. My dominant left arm is paralyzed and my left leg is gimpy. Thank goodness I can walk, which is a plus.

Getting the cousin who shot me in the head to take responsibility for what he did is hard too because he is a coward. He is in hiding and my family protects him, which is crazy. They should want us to resolve the issues we have, so we can all go on living, but they never tell me where he is. I am growing angry at my family for this because they could’ve at least put him in jail or made him pay me money, but they didn’t do anything and they just left me to survive on my own, which I think he should at least help me, but he doesn’t do anything. Here it is 37 years since the injury took place and still nothing. My family forgot about me. No happy new Years, nothing. So sad, but true. It is true, I need closure. So to everyone who is reading this Happy New Year and I hope this New Year is great for everyone. Thank you for reading.

I may be mad, but good food is necessary on New Years.

Thinking of nostalgic times.

I always wish for the past, especially when I was 13 years old, before the injury I sustained, being shot in the head. I miss using my left arm and walking physically abled. I wish I never went down to the river with the cousin. On January 1st New Years, it will be the anniversary of the injury because it happened on New Years of 1988, a long time ago. Yes, it happened 37 years ago and I still deal with the anger and the bitterness of the injury and the disability. My family just shoves it under the rug like it didn’t happen because they are in denial of the whole thing. As long as I’m breathing they are not going to make any effort to do what they should have done a long time ago, which was to hold the cousin accountable for what he did to me. It is too late for him to go to jail, because of the statute of limitations, but he can still pay me for my suffering. Yet, he is in hiding because he knows he has done wrong and doesn’t want to pay me a dime; even though I live with this injury. I walk with a gimp, my left arm doesn’t work. Everyone covers for him and they keep us apart, which I think is bologna. They should tell me where he is so I can confront him, but they don’t. They are afraid that I may go off on him. When all I want is compensation for an injury that is his fault. I did not shoot myself, like he told everyone when I was in a coma. That is bull shit. I am at a loss ,hopefully this year will be better than last year.

Hearing Led Zeppelin’s “When the levee Breaks, ” brings me back to a time when, I was in my old room playing drums to the song above. Just hearing the drummer, John Bonham play his drums, takes me back to the time I would listen to the songs inside my old room, when I was 12 or 13 years old. Music can be very nostalgic. Happy New Year to everyone and I hope you have a great year, thank you for reading.

Down that shadowy path is where I received the bullet in the head. This is Ariavipa Arizona.