The podcasts I listen to are Joe Rogan. He is very interesting and very good at doing podcasts.
I also listen and watch Trey King. He talks about crime committed in the United States. All of the crimes are awful so I will not give any examples, if you would like, look up Trey King on YouTube. Thank you for reading.
Oh boy, to be young again with the whole world in front of you. It was cool for the time being. Before my injury (gun shot wound to the head), it was math because I was good at it. I would put on music and do my math homework. It was quite cool. I received high marks in math.
After my injury at 13 years old, It kind of slipped away. I really didn’t like any subjects because I was on a pill for seizures back then, called Tegritol that made me tired. So back then, all I wanted to do was sleep. I would take the pill three times a day and it hit me pretty hard. I had to take it during school time so I would slur my words a lot. People couldn’t understand me back then, because of this pill. I had to work at it to be understood. When I was 33 they took me off the pills thank God.
I think my favorite subject back then was lunchtime because I got to see all my friends. Thank you for reading.
Screen time is part of my job so I am always on my phone. Plus, I read the news, it looks like Trump is going to win. Hopefully, gas and groceries go down in price. Plus, I hope rents go down also. So, I can devote more money to the debt.
Back to screen time, I don’t monitor it. I am on all the time, unless I am asleep or writing lyrics. I am on the screen. Thank you for reading.
Since I am old. I need a lot of time to make my car payment. Pay my debt off. Plus, I need time to make music. Having enough time is always a great thing.
Here are the lyrics to Waking hour,
Something about the time
That keeps aching
At my side
Over and over
It doesn’t shake
It keeps moving on
Til I am awake
In the Waking hour time keeps ticking away
In the Waking hour Time up
There’s something about the time
That keeps you up
In a cold sweat
Waiting for time to past
Only to rise again
In the Waking hour times up
In the Waking hour time keeps ticking away.
In the Waking hour times gone
Times overdone
Times cooked black
Cause there never seems
To be enough time
Times gone
Times up
Cause there never seems to be
Enough time
In the Waking hour
Times up
In the Waking hour
Time keeps ticking away-
Thank you for reading.
Hopefully I will be making music with some good people. I am hopeful that prices will go down because this inflation is killing me. Hopefully, I am on a track to pay off my debt. It sucks to be in debt, that is why I work a lot and drink coffee a lot and I still don’t get ahead of my debt.
In this blog, I will describe the day I would invent to celebrate. I would call it Salad day Saturday. It would be a day to eat a salad either for lunch or dinner or as a snack, but you would have to eat a salad at some point in the day. It would be a great day because it would be healthy to eat a salad. They can eat any salad as long as it is a salad to celebrate the day.
In conclusion- my day to celebrate is Salad day Saturday, for a healthier you.
These were good salads. Thank you for reading.
I would like to go back to New Year’s 1988, and never go down to that river with the cousin that night because that night, ruined the life I was going to lead. My life, before the injury was far from perfect, but it was better than being shot in the head. At least, I had a functioning left arm and a fully functioning left leg. Plus, I could do more than I can do right now.
We went down there with two rifles and the gun he shot me with was in his pants. It was a 22 caliber and he could not find the right bullets so he used a 22 bullet, which is a smaller bullet for the gun. He proceeded to shoot me in the head.
Plus, if I could go back and relive the episode of pain. I would tell him no. I would not have to get justice because it would not have happened. Right now, I have no justice because in other posts. I have told people here he is in hiding. He doesn’t want to be found and my family is no help either. They just want me to forget about the injury, which is hard because it is part of me.
In conclusion, I would go back to the year of the injury and tell the cousin no and not go down to the river with him and those guns. Plus, if that was possible I could lead a physically abled life and just live without debt, and without pain. Thank you for reading.
Since it is almost Halloween, what fascinates me is the story of La Llorona. The woman who drowned her children at the river because her husband was not faithful to her. She drowned them out of a jealous rage. It means the crying woman. It is a story I was told to get me to behave, but it is also folklore of Spanish descent. My mom told me, if you go by the rivers you can hear La Llorona crying for her kids. It scared me to bits when I was a child.
So I guess it was a scare tactic that worked on me when I was a kid. When I would misbehave, my mom used to tell me La Llorona is going to get me or she will take me to go see La Llorona. I was scared so I immediately behaved. My mom would tell me she is going to leave me by the river where La Llorona would be crying for her kids and she would take me too. All these years later, and I find out it is a myth. It never happened. As I got older, I wasn’t as scared of it because by then, I have been to plenty of rivers and had not heard anything. So after a while, it was not as it used to be but also I was a little older so misbehaving was not that fun anymore. Well that is my fascinating story. Happy Halloween everyone! Here are some pictures of Halloween decorations. Thank you for reading.
I think everyone should know and realize that even though someone is different, doesn’t make them developmentally delayed. People are different either physically or mentally but everyone is still human and should be treated fairly and with respect. They should not be taken advantage of if they are different. Thank you for reading.
Shot in the head 