In my house, I have decided to create a harm-free zone.
I have a monkey named Momo, a dog named Conan, and a snake named Alex.
These three animals, are my security guards. They protect the doors to my home, and the hair on my children.
My children are of age now, strong-bodied and ambitious.
They too would like to protect the home, from and trouble or danger that comes along.
I have told them over and over again, that that is a job for the animals. Theirs is to watch over each other, and to grow as others do.
My children resent me.
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You're scrolling down a list of random stories, waiting for yours to be read.
Then someone comes along and asks you to imagine something you're already doing.
They tell you it'll help you concentrate and give you a better edge. A better understanding of what you think about. Those thin ideas that pop in and out of your conciousness that convince you are worth millions of dollars, will never fall from your memory again. They'll be laid out in front of you, pictured and captioned, and explained.
All your dreams will become your reality overnight. They promise you this.
But then, they say they need something in return. A favor of sorts. Nothing too major, but something that will go a long way in the accomplishment of their own dreams.
You have no idea what they're talking about, nor do you actually believe it.
But three days later, as you're strolling down an empty park, a stranger walks up to you and asks you your name. He says he recognizes you, and would love a moment to speak with you. You agree. So, both of you wit down on a bench and he tells you how much he appreciates your works.
You're confused. Unsure if it is a joke or if he has mistaken you for someone else.
He says, no. that it is not a joke. That he has not mistaken you for anybody else. That he know who you are. That he loves you, and everything you've done.
Now picture several million people coming towards you with the same attitude and feelings. Now you shake all their hands, and speak to all of them individually.
Now you're loved more than ever.
You go to sleep one night, wondering if it is all a dream, or if it's reality. You even pinch yourself to make sure. But nothing happens, and you recieve no answers.
Now, as you are dreaming, all you can dream about is how you once sat and read other stories while you waited for someone to read yours.
You wonder if those moments are truly gone, or if nothing for you has changed.
Now you wonder if you even want those dreams anymore. And no matter what, the answer is always yes.
And then you wake up.
On August 1st, I'm gonna walk across the country, from Columbus Ohio to Los Angeles California. I'd love to stop in your town and rest my feet for a couple hours, eat a sandwich, and maybe take a shower. If you want me to stop in your city, let me know.
I'll be recording as much of my trip as possible with the HDR-MV1 that hitRECord and Sony have provided me with. I'll have my guitar too, so we can jam out and record that too.
If you are interested in me stopping at your place, please email (email@example.com) or FB message me your address.
Again by heart, guys.