What scares you?

The first thing I remember that really scared the hell out of me was the 1960 classic The Fall of the House of Usher. That maniacal laugh of Vincent Price still gives me chills to this day.

My parents had loaded us kids in the family car and pulled into the local drive-in movie theater. The drive-in had a playground up near the front of the giant screen, and kids were all swinging, playing, and otherwise being the little pain-in-the-asses kids are supposed to be.

The lights flashed on and we headed to the concession stand.

Popcorn. No butter. Butter would have been great, but we didn’t have it back then. Little mystery-meat hamburgers available in little foil bags. There were some sort of pizza-like products and I think you could also get a hotdog. And of course, candy. Lots and lots of candy. And Cokes. There was no other drinks available except coffee and Coca-Cola. Other sodas would come later.

I remember closing my eyes about halfway through the movie, daring to catch intermittent glimpses of the horror action through the car windows which were fogging up. I had nightmares when we went home, and I started to gain an interest in Edgar Allan Poe.

One thing I fear is not being able to meet my Goddaughters’ children. We are getting so close now, to moving back east (and much closer to my Goddaughter and her family) and I can’t wait to meet the girls (younger sister Sage).

Mena is a freshman in college and is one of the many unfortunate graduates that had their senior years interrupted and ruined by the pandemic. While that totally sucks, my take is that these young adults will come out of it stronger and gain an entirely new skillset which includes the ability to face different situations and use critical thinking to overcome the obstacles they face.

At least I really hope so.

I mention Mena because that is the title of the song I wrote for her when she was born nineteen years ago. This plays really well as a rock ballad with a full band, but I also play it as a solo acoustic tune. Hope you like it.


I’ll tell you what else scares me.


This is not a terminal condition. You don’t have to stay ignorant. I’m not referencing the unfortunates who have no access to education. I am addressing the knuckleheads who are fucking around in school and wasting the time and money it takes to get an education. You are not only wasting your time and money; you are hampering others’ efforts to better themselves through education. A very selfish act, but what do you expect from an ignorant person anyway?

You might want to be nice to those classmates: you are going to end up washing their cars or cooking their lunches for them.

Pick up a book.

On anything.

Pick the one with the coolest title or the neatest font, or the most awesome cover, it doesn’t really matter. Do it one letter at a time if you have to start somewhere.

The ABC’s.

If you don’t want to learn, well that’s scary.

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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