Somewhere Over The Rainbow, Way Up High...

LIBRE DEL HOMBRE... !Mio!
Erico Suave Eugene Evans

SUNDAY JULY 26, 2009 =
Today has been an exemplary day. It started out a’ lookin’ like the craps. I think that I had a crapstah dream last night. I didn’t sleep well at all. And things were not lookin’ any better when I got up at the usual butt-crack of dawn and golfed a mere mediocre round of 9 holes on Tiger Woods’ 2009 Wii golf. Needless to say, that upset me! After all, I AM a super-star, used to praise and applause where ere I go.
Anyways, I do digress! I proceeded to get up and prepare my break-a-fist. After which, I proceeded to sup upon that which I refer to as my scrambled Heaven... pork de soir! Upon my completion and re-entrance into this “Earthly” realm, I did my dishes and reentered my Den Of Iniquity!
I made a prompt decision on wether to attempt some much needed make-up sleep from the preceding night or to get up and go to church. I made a decision that I’m not too proud of at all, yet in a paradoxical kind of a way... I do not regret at all. I shut my door locked it up, and turned up my stereo of divinity! All elusive sleep was obtained. And there was much rejoicing. And Robin ate his Minstrels. And there was much rejoicing. Yeah!!!
I awakened and went out to talk to Mace about possible avenues for our agenda today. I suggested that we call a friend to see if they wanted to take a walk or something. They said that they would love too. My friend Amanda later told me that she had been attempting to get her friend Latisha to take a walk for the last hour. She’d objected. As soon as I asked, she agreed. I was not opposed to this lil’ tidbit o’ knowledge!
So we took about an hour long walk for a mile or ten! (You know; due to the massive head trauma, I lose count pretty easily!) It felt good to be out in the sun just a takin’ it easy and speakin’ with each other and my roommate who asked to tag along, and is THE MAN! You know, next to me, of course! David. He is uber-cool by way of being uber-chill and smooth. We get along better EVERY DAY! My roommate Nate D. to the O. to the double G. G. Stayed home.
Mace and I stopped my friends house to get the phone # for Latisha. He then took me to the gas station to get a beverage of my choice. I selected a mocha flavored chocolate ice thinger! And, damn folks... that was tasty somethin’ fierce. Just what the Doctor ordered. We then returned home for a rest. I called Madremio and filled the sequential slot of the Sabbath Day call to her. I adore my Mother.

In my opinion, I agree with the quote that Brandon Lee makes in the prime flick, The Crow. “‘Mother’ is the word for God on the lips and hearts of all children.” I heavily concur. My Angel of a Maternal figure was sent from above to prepare for me and then use all of the skills that she learned in the preexistence to prepare me for the present. My Mom is a direct conduit used by God Himself to touch me and my life. I know that for a fact! Emotionally, Intellectually, Spiritually, Socially, Financially. All of these ways and every other way she has helped me.
Had she not married such a dang good guy, it’d be simple to say SHE was the sole reason that I’m alive. But thankfully, alas... ‘tis not so. She and my Father both took care of the intellectual slices o’ the pie! I can honestly say that my beloved Father took 100% of the physical reins. I watched him from the earliest days I can remember run the bloody fuschnickens out of his knees!
He has had both of his knees operated on to the point where running is the absolute LAST thing on his agenda. If he does, a massive amount of pain ensues. I FEEL HIS INNER PAIN HEAVILY AND TO AN “E”! There is absolutely nothing that I would not give to be able to run again! Which brings us to the next fantastic thing to occur!
I decided to try to enhance my day even further by contacting my friend Jessica. She is a female client in Cedar with Prater Willie Syndrome. I respect her so much because she actually handles this malady while still being able to have friends and maintain an acceptable degree of self-respect.
This disability would literally kill me. I love sugar and food in general far too much! She admits her weaknesses and honestly admits she is working on them. She sticks religiously to her diet, and is thin as a pretty lil’ twig! I have more sympathy for her than most people out there due to the fact that I just think it would be the suck to have her disability.
Honestly; if ever given the choice between the physical and emotional pain and struggle of my lot, and the emotional Hell of hers... I would choose my own. Mostly because SHE’S HAD HERS HER WHOLE LIFE! I’ve had mine for just over 1/3 of mine. I can bitch and moan until das cowsenhiemen (sp?!?) come home! By the by, don’t be too impressed, those are two words in German; yes. But, they are two of the less than 10 I even know! If those are the qualifications to being fully versed and lingual in a particular language, then I am seriously multi-lingual!
English, French, Spanish, German, Russian, Latin, Italian, Canadian aye ya Hose-head, and last but not least... British. Ya’ see, that last one was not easy because although I have direct British ancestry. I’m a blimey American Bloke. Senora Paulette Birdsall, you must know that los terminados dos lingueses estas los mas ‘difficulto’ apprendar. Mrs. Birdsall, I hope you know I’m kidding. Todo mi corazon es para ti. Muchas gracias para todo la amistad y la apprenda. Te amo Carinia. Sorry for the numerous mistakes folks. I have too much pride to pick up my Spanish / Ingles dictionary to translate or check my memory. So... there you go.
So I called Jessica and bequeathed that she and a staff visit my Den of Iniquity so as I could whip up a bit of a malt for them. She had me ask her staff, so I did. He said that they could come on down every two weeks or so, then he told me that they’d be there in 15! Well; spank me twice and call me Sally! When it dries up, it really evaporates. I have been waiting for quite some time for a day like this. Am I no longer sure of tomorrow’s suck?

SHE HAS PRATER WILLIE, PEOPLE! Please, don’t think that I’m voicing a complaint, it was simply an answer I never would have expected to get. That seriously gives me something to look forward to. I’ll see her cute little face every other Sunday! What a way to brighten up the week a bit more.
There is absolutely NOTHING that brings me more pleasure and satisfaction than when I can see the pre-accident Eric resurfacing and evolving into the man that I am today. My memory is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative, sans the bit o’ chubby aspect of my appearance and that damned limp; my physical condition is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative, except for that frickin’ nagging inability to attain a job; my professional life is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative, except for the minor aspect of HAVING NEITHER A WIFE NOR ANY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE CHIDDREN for their Grandmother to lovingly coddle; my family life is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative, sans the fact that I am virtually shunned by society and not allowed to prove myself worthy; my social life is 98 - 99% of the way back to where I am at peace with it; coming from zero and negative.
Please forgive me for going off on the bitching and moaning tangent. I am a skosh bitter about being kept off the train that my “Little”... YOUNGER (not little at all any more.) Brother seemingly became the Captain of. Mission served... well, college degree in accounting obtained... well, the Ford Mustang Cobra obtained... well, the beautiful wife brought down... well, and the cherubic little gem of a baby girl spawned... well. Damn... I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to think about that last one. Pardon me for a moment while I go and slap myself upside the head! Okay, I have chundered and whacked myself upside the head for a consequence to my asinine choices. I can now move on.
I believe fully in the power of music. ANYBODY who even knows of me most probably knows that. I sleep for circa 3 - 4 hours a night, music is my overall Savior for the rest of the time. I can play 6 songs on the piano with my eyes shut... from memory! I can name more than 2000 musicians simply by the name of the band or the sound of their voices, I can quote the lyrics to thousands of songs. Worthless crap man! Pshaw!
I’m not bragging, simply informing you all. As I began to type this excerpt, the first song to come on the Sony sound system on my computer with 10,037 DIFFERENT songs on it was; “The Boxer” by S & G. It’s words are so poignant with a meaning which I heavily embrace. Relative to my life... I AM THE BOXER!
“In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade, and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him ‘till he cried out in his anger and his shame; ‘I am leaving... I am leaving!’ But the fighter still remains. Mmm!” - “The Boxer” Simon & Garfunkle.
‘Till later... buenas dias y bienvenidos. !Muchas gracias!

Eric Eugene Raging Stallion Evans