Where did it go?
It was here just a few minutes ago, but my calculations appear to be skewed.
I’m old now.
I still do stupid things like I did in my youth. I still want to do stupid things I did in my youth, and I still dream of doing the stupid things I did in my youth.
But I can’t.
No shit, dumbass?
I’ve apologized to my Maker on several occasions and begged forgiveness for my many sins like a good Catholic boy.
There has always been my way and the correct way, not to say I am wrong, maybe just not as right as I insist I am.
One thing that is keeping me young is music.
I GOT THE GIG!
I had posted my blog The Return of Maddogg (4 days ago) and spoke of my open mic night.
The next day I got an email from the owners of the Plain Folk Café offering me a night as a paid entertainer.
This is my first gig since I started my health issues: three years ago.
I am so ready.
They will be sending me the open dates available on the schedule and I’ll let you know what’s up.
I am playing out as Maddogg and not Markus which I have used in the past.
So I loved coaching youth football, but mainly the little guys (pee-wees, though I would never call them that). I would get a group of about thirty-five kids every year. When we started, players would be running into each other willy-nilly and basically not a lot of hand-eye coordination going on anywhere.
But in thirty short days I would have this group in the best shape of their young lives, and running the Wishbone formation like the Oklahoma Sooners used to do.
Something to behold.
I had a fearlessness when I was young that I have kept to a more mature degree.
I don’t think I would jump blind off a cliff at night into a lake into a 3×3 hole.
I don’t think I would drive down Oak Creek Canyon Drive (89A), also at night, on the wrong side of the road. I at least had sunglasses on, but why bother?
I was not on this planet at the time. I had eaten five Rorer quaaludes an hour before.
I am a good (much better) Catholic now, but I still need watching.
Still, I wouldn’t provoke a guy with a gun in my face again.
I won’t drink and drive again.
I won’t let a friend do so if that situation ever comes up again.
I wouldn’t try to date twin sisters again. (not one of my smarter moves)
I would respect women much more.
I wouldn’t bite down on an explosive and have it detonate in my mouth (again).
Youth is something too good to waste, so do everything, go everywhere, and smile your good-lookin’ ass off.