What’s Wrong With Me?

Where do you want to start?

My ego is too big. I do not know where, or in which stage of development I got this undeserved exalted self-image, but I have just always felt a little bit better than everyone else.

I’m honest, but I have a reckless streak that borders on the criminal. I would say that behavior implies fearlessness, but when it involves other people, it is definitely more negligent to the hopes and dreams of others.

I have always possessed a quick-trigger temper that has seen me pay with fat lips, black eyes, and assorted injuries. For some reason, as I age, my temper is slower to fire.

I don’t care enough for the future of mankind.

I care for my family and selected others whom I wish long, happy, peaceful lives, but for the planet as a whole, even I can see the futility of hoping for something over and over again, to no avail.

The definition of insanity?

After all, I am a Notre Dame football fan.

Something weather-related, not war, disease, or politics, will be the end of us.

We’ve seen that movie.

Doesn’t matter.

We are a civilization that likes to wait until we reach the very brink of extinction before we decide to try and address the obvious.

Welcome to the party, Finland.

My biggest fault (way beyond a mere foible) is that I have always cared about what others thought of me. I am sure part of that stems from being a politician’s son, and it has served as part-blessing, but mainly curse.

I have never been blessed with an abundance of patience (that’s why I dropped out of med school), but my sense of humor is truly badass.

For some reason unbeknownst to me, I have always been fortunate (lucky) to be able to generate income. I think that comes from my total lack of respect for money.

I lived my life very selfishly until my soulmate Karen saved me from myself.

She made me better.

Much better.

I know I am going to have to go to confession for the unholy violent images I allow in when I think about people abandoning their pets. I have made it a point that whenever I play out either with my new band Sedona, or as a solo act as Maddogg, I announce to the audience, “if anyone who can hear my voice is thinking of, or knows of someone who is thinking of, abandoning a dog or cat, please take one of my cards and give me a call. No questions asked, I won’t go public, just you and I will know. I’ll make sure they get taken care of.”

Update on Sedona. We had a good practice and are making good progress. We still need a drummer and I am looking everywhere. Drummers are like gold and there are a LOT of bands in the Miami Valley.

We’ll keep practicing and tightening up the guitars until we do.

Stay well.