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Sean D – Page 20 – Instant Sean

Instant Sean

Author: Sean D

  • The Karma wagon rolls on…

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    It’s a business I tell you, relationships with my ex is just a business, just pay the money, smile and laugh.

    And I have, but lately Shelby is asking to live with me and I’m so tempted to say, “YES, come down here. Joanna and I can take care of you.”

    But that isn’t true.  I can’t take care of her because my hours are far from steady and normal.  Hell neither of Joanna and my hours are.

    Take last night, I was at a remote at Buffalo Wild Wings, something that hasn’t happened for a long time and I wanted to just prove that I could deliver for them.  And I did, converting their QB1 from 2 players on Sunday (ALL DAY) to 20 in one night.  I felt good and I didn’t get home till 8 P.

    Now it’s hard when you have limited local friends and family members are 5 hours away.  I didn’t think that it would be good for Shelby and Ryan to be living in my unpredictable life back when Angie left.

    Now I could have gotten a court order to keep her in a nine country range, but I let her go. I did what I thought was best and karma would pay me back.

    “Daddy, do you think you’d mind if I could come live with you after my cat dies? I know you are allergic to cats and I don’t want you to get sick,” Shelby told me last week.

    I just looked at the phone and a tear fell, “When the time is right you will be here, Shelby.”

    “Maybe I can go to Texas Tech and live with you.”

    “I’d like that,” I said as I started to shut down.

    That’s when I got sick.  I had worked the last two weeks preparing for the Eddie Money show and I ran myself down.

    Thus when yesterday I started the phlegm and puke parade I wasn’t surprised.

    But I wasn’t sad. It wasn’t tragic.  It was life.  And Johnny, life isn’t miserable.  I have a great woman who loves me and offers me opportunities to grow, love and fight for things that mean something to me.

    I’m playing poker again. And winning.

    I’m writing on the second half of the novel… and I think I’m seeing clearer than I ever have.

    Finances still suck.  And last night an opportunity presented itself.

    When I left the bar I checked the envelope that had my pay from the event.

    And it was double what it was supposed to be.

    And a moment presented itself.

    I could :

    A. Take the extra money, say nothing, think that it was a bonus that was earned for my hard work.

    B. Take the extra money, and thank the poor shmuck who is going to have to pay it back.

    C. Take the extra money, and think that it was karma paying me back for the $100 that I lost in the Texas Tech press box at the Rice game.

    D. Go back and explain that something was wrong.

    Obviously you know which choice I made.

    But would you make the same choice?

    Karma will pay me back in the future.

  • I passed…

    Search:
    1754799 – SSN Address Locator
    Result: Clear
    Search:
    1754800 – National Criminal File Search
    Result: Clear

    So my criminal background check was a success, like I had something in my past.

    Now what to do with this clean background check…

    Hmmmmmm 🙂

  • Choose an ending…

    Last night I was in a incredibly visual dream.

    I was walking with a pair of friends down a path.  We had to get to the goal, I don’t know what was at the end of the road, but my friends were in a hurry to get there.  I had my friend from a job I had in the past who had to be Mr. commencement speaker, he had to be the best, but was miserable in life. I was also with a female friend who was lost in relationships, family and life.

    We walked down the path for hours and finally came to a fork in the path with three exits.

    We had to cross a bridge across a abyss that seemed to go to the devil himself.  Once we crossed the bridge we would be presented with a path to chose.

    The path that we were on turned into a winding and narrow path that seemed to go on forever away from our goal.  The other two disappeared out of sight one to the left,covered with brush and brambles barely passable and one to the right the other covered with dirt with the sound of rain and thunder yet closer to our goal. (more…)

  • The island…

    Bradley was never liked as a child, though he tried to get the kids to call him Brad, everyone would tease him for the Windsor ties and the stuffed suit he was made to go to school in every day while the other kids could wear shorts and cool shirts.

    Bradley wanted to be cool, but he didn’t know how.

    In high school, Bradley bounced from group to group, never finding a home, and just blended into the background.

    He had money but women just stared at his 6 ‘ 2″ stringy body and passed on for yet another member of the football team. He tried to throw a party for everyone and yet nobody showed up. Well if you don’t count the crew team who came, took the bottles of booze that Bradley had laid out and left as Bradley’s mouth hung open. (more…)

  • 2 Weddings and a Funeral…

    I’ve been working on the house a lot and it’s almost finished. I’m really proud of the work and the handyness that I have discovered in me. Maybe it was latent in me and I just had to do it on my own. Maybe it wasn’t my hands doing the handy stuff.

    Maybe it was Patricks.

    Never the less, I’ve reached the point of what is done is done, and what can’t be done won’t be. (more…)