Whose Hand Will You Hold?

Thinking about writing a story called whose hand will you hold?

Got a bunch of ideas about who, what and where it would be focused upon. We'll see if I do more than think about it and put it down.

Door Number One

Someone asked me to explain why some men play video games and I thought about showing them this video but it occurred to me they might not get it.

Maybe if I told them about the storytelling aspect of it and explained how stories are a part of who I am and what I aspire to become.

Sometimes I think about how it would be nice to have real time with a girl who might appreciate such things and go over it.

Reminds me of Let's Make a Deal and getting the opportunity to pick what lies behind door number one or to take the money instead. 

You never do know what you are really going to get until you get it now do you.

Born To Run Keeps Playing

Some of you will call me crazy, pushy or something else and some of you will nod your head because you get it.

I keep hearing Born To Run, don't have time to do this properly so I am going to drop this in, might do something more later.

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
H-Oh, Will you walk with me out on the wire
'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
Babe I want to know if love is real

Oh, can you show me

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight
In an everlasting kiss

One, two, three, four

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
But there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
H-Oh, Someday girl I don't know when
We're gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go
And we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us

More Posts

Been posting here and elsewhere a little more frequently for a whole host of reasons.

Might be because things feel more challenging than expected and that is wearing me out a little bit.

Been tempted to ask for help from a person or two but am not good at asking, especially when I am not sure what the reaction will be.

Feels silly and juvenile to say that, but so it goes.