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Miles, Music, and a Few Tricks Along the Way

What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had…?

I’ve done a lot… I love a lot.

Sports… fishing… music… writing…
working out pretty religiously these days…
and I’ve always loved driving… oh… I’m a people and animal whisperer too…

I drove 18-wheelers all across the U.S. for 17 years… professionally.
Spent time training student drivers with FedEx Ground…
that part stayed with me… something about watching it click.

Same thing with teaching guitar and music back in the day…
there’s something about passing things on.

But if we’re talking secret skills…

I can juggle.

Learned it as a teenager from a guy at a pool hall…
with billiard balls.

And this one’s a little ridiculous but true…

I can throw grapes so high they disappear…
wait… track them back down out of the sky…
and catch them in my mouth.

Oh… and I can juggle grapes and eat them at the same time…

Yeah… I know… lol…

Nothing special… just a fun way to feed your face.

Not today though… too much other stuff to juggle…

˙uoıʇɔǝlɟuı ɥʇıʍ ƃuıs I sɐ ƃuol oS
…ʎɐs I ʇɐɥʍ ɹǝʇʇɐɯ ʇ,usǝop ʇI

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson

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To The Ones Who Read

I just want to say thank you…

to all yall who check out my blog.

It honestly means more than I can explain… that anyone would take time to read — or even listen to — something that comes from me… and then comment on it?

That touches me. For real.
I’m honored by it.
I never take it for granted.

I’m grateful to be here with you all… surrounded by some seriously brilliant and talented people. I read as many blogs as I can — not out of obligation… but because yall are genuinely good at what you do. I like returning the love and support.

I’m not a big commenter though… and when I do, it’s usually short. Unless we’re deep in a conversation about something specific… then I might talk your ear off 😅

And funny enough… my girlfriend is on WordPress too… and we rarely comment on each other’s stuff. much of the time.. we don’t even hit “like” 😅

But we read and enjoy one another’s posts

That’s what matters.

Anyway…

just know I see you.

And I appreciate you more than you know.

— Bryan

Philippians 1:3 (KJV)

“I thank my God upon every remembrance of you…”

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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The Blue Bitch 🧊

my dream from last night…

I found myself in a strange place…

I was waist deep in an icy body of water — dark… still… and filled with large chunks of white and blue ice
I could feel the cold cutting into me
I was freezing
Shivering
Every movement felt slow and heavy

At the edge of the water stood a large square black house
No windows
Just one open door — glowing with light
It felt like the only way out of this place

So I waded through the water in the night searching for something…
I didn’t know what

Then I heard crying

Someone calling out in distress

I saw a disturbance in the water ahead of me…
It was a girl…
She looked like she was drowning…
I moved toward her without thinking — instinct kicked in…

When I reached her.. I noticed something strange

She was blue

Her skin… her whole body… an unnatural blue

I tried to help her toward the shore toward the light — but suddenly she changed
She latched onto me
Hard…
she began trying to pull me out into deeper water…

She was trying to drown me

Her eyes were excited — almost joyful — as I struggled to stay afloat
She was enjoying it
Taking pleasure in my suffering
The fight for survival became violent and desperate
She wouldn’t relent

Neither would I

I fought and fought and fought

I was determined… not to let her win…

I pushed through the icy water toward the lit door of the black house as she tried again and again to drag me under
Through the open doorway.. I could see people inside — just living their lives
Normal
Unaware
Going about their day

I tried to yell to them

But I couldn’t scream loud enough

I kept trying… but my words had no weight
No volume
Nothing carried

I was so close to the door now — so close — and that blue bitch almost had me
She was seconds from pulling me under the surface of the water

I knew I had one chance left

I reached deep inside myself
I had to make it count

And I yelled one last time —

“YALL HELP ME”

I woke myself up… shouting those words out loud

Physically yelling

And suddenly… it was over

I was awake

Safe

What a relief

It was just a dream


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very profound…
very real…
I laid awake in bed…
thinking `’.-°

…….≈≈≈↓~❄→|█|→□▣→†→~↓≈≈≈→<o>→|█|→( )→!→/\/\/\→↑→”YALL HELP ME”→’→~__→…..t `’.-° -;- ~`’,

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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While writing… listened to the album… Vs. by Pearl Jam… from 1993