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I Never Ran Again

A Story From My Childhood • A Tonic Cover 🎧

What’s a small moment from your past that you still think about years later?

Sometimes the future says run. So what do you do when you can hardly walk?

Well, in this story, I was tired of running. It was time to stand and face the music.

Fight.

When I was around 8, my family moved to a new place. A new town. New school. New friends. New everything.

It took some getting used to for a little flaming red-haired, freckled kid.

The neighbor boy was a bit older than me. One day I saw him and a few of his friends out in the street tossing a football… an American one. 🏈 The only kind there is. 😄

I love sports. I wanted to play too. So I mustered up the confidence to go introduce myself.

Before I even got far into my introduction, one boy says, “HEY LOOK GUYS… HE’S RED ON THE HEAD LIKE A DICK ON A DOG!!!”

Then they all started laughing at me and calling me names. Making fun of me.

I just stood there empty inside, wishing I could go back to where I come from.

Over the next month, things got worse. Every afternoon, when the school bus emptied, about ten of those older boys would chase me all the way home.

I would always try to sit at the front of the bus so I could exit quickly, then run for my life as fast as I could. I’d hope and pray I could make it to my house before they caught up with me.

This went on for a month. I had legs like a deer by the end of this crap. lol

Finally… It occurred to me that I can’t go on like this. Something has to give. So the next day, I told myself, no more. No more running.

When I got off the bus. I walked. Like normal. They surrounded me. Circled me. One boy says, “WE GOT HIM NOW FELLAS!!!”

Then a kid around my age entered the circle, with a look on his face and in his eyes that meant one thing, he wants to kill me 😂.

He walks right up to me and throws his fist up like he’s ready to duke it out! All the older boys are standing around cheering him on.

So I thought to myself, “This is it…it’s now or never.” I laid my book bag down. I put my hands up.

We danced around for a few minutes. I was waiting for him to throw the first punch. But he didn’t. I was tired of dancing. So I went first. I busted him right in the mouth. The cheers ceased. Him and his glass jaw hit the ground along with his pride.

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I never ran again.

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“Everyone has a plan… until they get hit in the mouth.” — Mike Tyson 😎

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Future Says Run

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On this day Nov 7th 1988… my best friend Joey was killed in a dirt-bike accident. I’m remembering him today

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Scared the Bejeezus Out of Me…

What’s a book or movie that genuinely scared you?

I’ve always loved horror movies. I think it started when I was a kid. There were four of them that literally scared the bejeezus out of me.

The Exorcist (1973)

Salem’s Lot (1979)

Carrie (1976)

Poltergeist (1982)

Oh! And also Stephen King’s IT (1990). I don’t like clowns. 😁 🤡 😬

And once I caught my breath from those, as I got older, I continued that love.

I’ll tell you a funny story. It was the year 2oO0, I think. Me and my girlfriend, my buddy, and his lady were all laying on my big California king bed, in the dark, watching the movie The Ring (1998).

The girls were already scared to death. Earlier, without them knowing, I’d taken some fishing line and secured it to the bottom of the bathroom door, leaving the door partially cracked.

I was laying on the edge of the bed closest to the door, with the fishing line in my hand.

At the perfect moment, during the scariest scene, when that thing climbed out of the TV and came for the guy, I pulled on the line.

The bathroom door eerily opened with nobody standing there.

Those girls flipped out, screamed and screamed and about peed their pants. My buddy’s girl ran out of the room screaming, and mine grabbed onto me like she was about to die or something.

Fun times. I know, I know. I’m a terrible person. 🤭

I’d do it all again, though. It was super funny. 😂😁😛😉

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I’ve included some scary short clips below that you can check out. Unless you’re chicken.

The Exorcist one and The Ring have a lil bad language. Just letting ya know.

Thanks for the support. Hope you enjoy!

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🎙Songs From the Bathroom #38

🎧 Toby Keith • Florida Georgia Line • Two Covers

I have a great childhood memory, plus my mama can tell ya that it’s accurate.

I remember when I was like 3 or 4, I snuck out of the house early one morning while the fam was asleep. I walked a good ways down the street in my pajamas, then made a left and went another few blocks. I crossed a four-lane highway and went to this little neighborhood store that my family always frequented.

I went in, got some candy and a toy gun, then threw it up on the counter, and told the guy to put it on my daddy’s bill.

He snitched me out and called the popo 🚔. The officer came and got me, put me in the front seat of his patrol car, and I showed him where I lived. He took me home, and everyone was still asleep when we arrived.

My mama tore my ass up 😳

But I kept the candy and the toy 😎

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Here’s a couple of songs.
Thanks for listening.

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Wish I Didn’t Know Now
Dirt

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Mama

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🎙Songs From the Bathroom #34

🎧 My Cracker & Pearl Jam Covers

One Halloween when I was like 13, me and a couple of my friends decided to dress up like girls.

My mama and sister hooked me up with shoes and a dress and a stuffed bra and pantyhose and a wig and a purse haha. Then they sat me down in a chair and did my make-up for me.

I must have sat there an hour, and they were both laughing and cracking up the entire time. But toward the end, they were just like, “OMG OMG WAIT TILL YOU SEE!”

I wasn’t in front of a mirror while they were doing it.

When they finally finished, I went to the bathroom and checked myself out, and it just blew me away. I couldn’t believe it.

It creeped me out.

I looked just like my mother. 🙆‍♂️

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Nostalgia
Jeremy

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featured image is me and my sister and two step brothers on the right

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A UFO in Roswell Georgia? 👽🛸🎧🎙🎸ʳ̷ᵉ̷ᵛ̷ⁱ̷ˢ̷ᵉ̷ᵈ̷

My family’s UFO story and my cover of Incubus

If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them?

Hmm, I’d probably ask something and tell something… does your planet have whores? And watch out for frenemies while you’re here.

Seriously though, let me tell you a real alien story. When I was a boy, I used to enjoy looking through the family photo albums my mama had. There were like 3 or 4 big thick ones just full of pictures, and in between the pages were many loose ones, so I had to be careful handling them because they would fall out.

To me It was like reading these wonderful stories without words, I just loved it. One picture caught my attention the first time I saw it. It was a Polaroid the kind you shake lol. But it was all black except for right in the center was this silver lookin’ saucer shaped thingy that was all lit up. So I showed my mama and asked her what it was? And she was like “ahhh yes I remember this one, it’s a UFO”

So she began to tell me the story. One night, her and my dad and me (I was a baby) were in the car driving, and we were crossing the Chattahoochee river bridge just north of Atlanta in Roswell Georgia… wait! Hold up, Roswell Georgia, Roswell New Mexico, UFO’s hmmm. 🤔

So anyways we were crossing the river, with other vehicles when suddenly this flying saucer thing appeared in the sky over the river just hovering and it was all lit up and all the other cars stopped and everyone got out of their vehicles and was just gazing up at it amazed. Of course, I don’t remember any of this lol.

My mama grabbed her camera and managed to capture it before it shot out of sight on a blink.

Over the years, I would show the pic to my friends and stuff. It was so cool looking. I’m not sure if my mama still has it. The last time I saw it was like in the mid-90s.

But this kind of started a curiosity in me at a young age for unidentified things in the sky.

Also, when I saw this prompt and began to think about what i would write, the song ‘wish you were here, by Incubus popped into my head and i started singing it. So I went ahead and recorded it to go along with the story

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*ʷᵒʳᵈ ᵈⁱˢᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉʳ*…”ʷʰᵒʳᵉ” ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵐᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒⁿᵉʸ.ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ’ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ…ᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵇʳᵒᵃᵈˡʸ ᵃˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵉˡˡˢ ᵗʰᵉᵐˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ, ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜⁱᵖˡᵉˢ, ᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱᵗʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒⁿᵉʸ ᵒʳ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵍᵃⁱⁿ…ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛʜᴇ “ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴏʀᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴀʙʏʟᴏɴ” ɪs ᴀ sʏᴍʙᴏʟɪᴄ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 17-18. sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛs
ᴀ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs
ᴏᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪs ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ
ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ᴡᴇᴀʟᴛʜ, ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ
ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴅ’s
ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ.

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Incubus – Wish You Were Here – Alien Mix

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Toss some money into this street musician’s hat, I’ll play you a song.
https://ko-fi.com/heartofloia 👈

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We Don’t Call It Camping… Where I’m From

Have you ever been camping?

Are you kidding me…

I’m a Gen X kid.

We didn’t call it camping…
that’s what city folks say…
when they do it once in a while.

We called it…

the weekend.

…and sometimes in the summer—
it was just life.

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Growing up in Georgia…

I didn’t have to go anywhere—

to find it.

I lived on the edge of thick… deep woods…
the kind full of things
that could hurt you.

We weren’t scared…

didn’t matter—

we were in there anyway.

Kids… by ourselves…
no parents…
just dirt… trees… and whatever moved in the shadows.

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Then there were the weekends…

My friend Chris—
his folks had land on Lake Oconee.

Man… we lived out there.

Tents…
or just sleeping by the fire…

Fishing… boating… skiing… swimming…

Great times.

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And when I wasn’t there…

I was with my dad… and my uncle…
heading up into the north Georgia mountains…
along the Tallulah River.

We’d drive about 15 miles down a narrow gravel road…
till we hit the river crossing.

Then we’d drive straight through it.

Clear water…
ice cold… even in summer…

on the other side—
was nothing.

No people.

Just us…
and whatever else was out there.

Bears…
Bigfoots…
timber rattlesnakes…

just the locals.

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We’d set camp right on the water…

Fish all day.

Rainbow… brown…
beautiful native brook trout…

Trout for breakfast—
fish… grits… eggs…

Lunch—
fish sandwich… chips…

Supper—
we went all out…

Grilled or fried fish…
vegetable kabobs…
baked potatoes in the fire…
salad…

We ate like kings out there.

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I’ve caught so many fish in that river…
I couldn’t even guess the number.

Been going since I was about 7…

I’m 52 now.

Haven’t been in a few years…

Life gets busy…

…but that place is down in me.

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Some summers…

the riverbanks would glow red—

tiny garnets everywhere.

We’d sift through them…
looking for the bigger ones…

We’d also look for gold…
found some too.

I remember once…
I had a handful of decent-size wild garnets and gold… glistening in my palm

but that place for me—
is more valuable than anything I can hold.

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Then came Florida…

Lived there for 12 years.

Different world—
same soul.

Many freshwater fishing trips inland…
spent much time at many of the different springs…

…but also the coast…

I lived on Anna Maria Island…

Had a sea kayak.

Weekends…
I’d load up my truck…
drive to Bishop Harbor…

Drop in…

Paddle 45 minutes out
to these tiny… remote islands.

Set up camp.

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Mornings—
I’d paddle and fish…

Afternoons—
back to camp…
eat… rest… chillax…

Evenings—
back out till dark…

Then nights…

just me…

the fire…
the water…
the sounds…
the wildlife…

Alone…

but not really.

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Down there…

we call it…

Salt Life.

Had the sticker on my truck and everything.

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So yeah man…

I’ve been what yall call camping
a few times 😁

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All jokes aside…

I’m about that life.

It’s in me…

just like music.

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been singing this in my head and on guitar all day…

Me and my buddy Jonathan… fishing in Florida

Jon and I were fishing when 3 huge wild boars walked behind us

My friend Jimmy holdin’ my fish… this is my pb 9.3 lbs… caught at Lake Istokpoga FL… Feb 2o14
Supper one evening on the remote island

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Romans 1:20

“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.

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Little Grown-Ups…

my life as a Gen X kid…

This song has the “F” word in it… only once… in one line… so you may not want to listen… if it may offend you… 👇

I was born in September of  73`… a Gen X kid…
when I look back now… I realize things…


Yeah maybe I was doing stuff early on that probably could have waited until I was an adult…


but life was different back then…


the world was wider… lighter… rawer… simpler… all at once…


And us kids…


we were all little grown-ups…

From the time I was about eight until I was fourteen…


life couldn’t have been much better…


I grew up in a fairly large community of side by side houses… side by side families…
where everybody knew everybody…
neighbors didn’t just nod — they shared life…
they borrowed sugar…
they brought each other meals…
they sat in yards and talked about real things…
hearts… stories… struggles… faith… loss… laughter…


It wasn’t perfect —
but man… it was real…

My great-grandfather lived with us in those days…


he was one of a kind…


old as dirt… tougher than leather… stubborn as wet cement…


he had lived much…
And he never ran out of stories…


He’d sit outside every day… in this beat up old folding chair…


And half the time.. I’d pull another chair beside him… and just listen…


He was a war veteran — A Purple Heart… other medals he earned through blood and grit…


Infantry…
France…
WW2…


he’d tell me stories of laughing under fire… marching… waiting… freezing… fighting… barely surviving…


And I’d pepper him with a thousand questions… because I couldn’t get enough…

Later.. I found out from my grandmother…
that he had taken many lives in battle…
those stories… he never told…
those belonged to him… and God alone…


What I did see…
was a man who had walked through hell…


And somehow came back kinder…
tougher…


And still able to laugh a little…
And love a lot…


And without making speeches…
without preaching a word…


he was shaping the boy sitting beside him…

In those days…
my parents worked…


so most times I had to fend for myself…


I had a house key… freedom… responsibility…


but there were rules…


Do the right thing when nobody is watching…


Be  about character…
Be about integrity…

Be about it…

Be a decent human being…


And oh yeah…
be home by dark…

On the edge of our community…
the world exploded into a massive forest
deep woods stretching for miles…
thousands of acres…
trees… creeks… hidden lakes… trails… wildlife…


a giant playground for kids who hadn’t yet learned to be afraid of living…


I spent countless days exploring those woods…


fishing…
riding dirt bikes…
shooting guns…


no supervision… no phones… just trust…


Sometimes on Saturdays I’d wake up before the sun…
pack myself a sack lunch and some drinks…
grab my fishing poles and tackle box…
strap it all to the back of my dirt bike…
And disappear into the woods…

All… day… long…


Sometimes friends came along…
sometimes it was just me and the world —
And honestly… those were some of the best days…


Many mornings my great-grandfather would stop me before I left…
hand me his old .22 pistol in a worn leather holster…
And tell me to take it “for protection”…
because us kids needed guns back then haha…
we learned early… how to treat and respect a firearm…
it was a great privilege… responsibility… And it was ours…

I’d strap it to my waist like a cowboy…
fire up that dirt bike…
And ride off into the blue…


Freedom…
Adventure…
Responsibility…
Trust…

A childhood that felt like life training…


And I am grateful… deeply grateful…


Those years shaped me…
they toughened me…
they softened me…
they taught me courage… solitude… resourcefulness… respect… curiosity… wonder… independence…

I didn’t know it then…


but those were Holy days…


And I am thankful I grew up when I did…


in a world… full… of little grown-ups…

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Also… my great-grandfather’s middle name and mine… are the same… Loia… pronounced Loy like Joy…

I forgot to mention my dog… Buck… he was there too… he didn’t live inside a fence… he never knew a leash… he was free to roam… just like me… he followed me everywhere… he loved to swim… while I fished…

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