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.
I’m great with animals. They love me. We get each other. I got that touch. 👉 That’s what she said. With one exception. Effin Horses!
I’ve tried twice in my life to ride them and almost got killed both times. No joke. That second time, it was a miracle I didn’t die.
I’m going to save this story for my trucking stories series that’s coming soon. Because it’s related to that.
There’s three things in life that I’ve learned can smell fear, pitbulls, bees, and horses. The first two are a bees. I mean breeze. 🐝
Here’s two great songs. One is about a horse. I hope ya enjoy them and thanks for listening. 🐎💥🔫
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Tennessee StudI Don’t Care If Tomorrow Never Comes
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I took this pic tonight and the blue highlight on my guitar is reflecting from the TV screen. Pretty neat and it happened a second before I snapped the pic.
When I was 19, I decided to get a tattoo of a black tribal sun on my stomach. I thought it was so cool at the time lol. Over the years, though, my buddies would make fun of me. Whenever I’d take my shirt off, they’d start singing “Black Hole Sun” by Soundgarden all loud and dramatic. 😂
So yeah, I can’t stand that song today, and you’ll never hear me cover it. 😁
But here’s some great American music for ya that I can stand. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for listening. 😎
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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featured image is me and my sister and two step brothers on the right
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
If you ever watched the old TV show Scrubs back in the day, then you may recall all the great music from it. It’s actually cited as having one of the best soundtracks of any show in history, and it was a big deal if your song was chosen and featured on an episode.
It was also a secular program, and very few Christian artists and songs ever made it on there. The song “All Of the Words” by Kutless made it on in 2oO6, exposing their music to millions. It was a huge deal for the band.
Also, if you’ve ever noticed my tagline on my blog…
“so looking to the sky ¡ will sing and from my heart to YOU ¡ bring”
…well, it’s from the lyrics of that song.
Hope yall have a great Sunday, and thank you for listening.
Oh, also… if you listen closely at the end of the second song, you can hear one of my cats, Angel, at the bathroom door meowing. She does this often. Sometimes it’s so bad I have to stop and make her go away. She’s messed up a few of my recordings over the past few months lol.
How do you write what people actually want to read?
It’s a guessing game really, and what may interest you is just not my thing and vice versa. So who cares.
Hey, how about a ghost story?
A true one, that really happened to me late one winter night in 2o15 when I was living in Florida.
Or are you chicken? bawkity bawk?
If you’re scared, just say so. It’s ok to be. I would probably be too right now if I were you.
Cmon, man up, turn the lights out, take the covers off your head. Stop calling for your mama. You can handle it. I believe in you.
Okay, without further ado, let’s get into it. Before you change your mind and scroll away.
It was around 3 a.m. and I was driving to work, and my wife at the time was with me. I was working as a commercial driver, driving an 18-wheeler on a dedicated run twice a week. I would leave Lakeland Florida, and head up to Atlanta and get loaded, then back down to Jupiter Florida, I was delivering helicopter parts to Sikorsky, a Lockheed Martin Company, in Jupiter, where they make them, and then finally back home to Lakeland. The entire run was around 1,200 miles and took two days to finish. Then I would take a day off and do it all over again.
My truck was too big to keep at my house. There was no room for it. So I found a business down the road that had a secured, gated parking area for large vehicles, and I paid them monthly to keep it there.
So yeah, my wife and I were driving, I often took her along, she enjoyed it and it was nice for me also to have her, to help pass the miles, so we arrived at the storage place. I pulled up to the gate, punched in the code, voilà! the gate opened and I proceeded to drive to the back where I kept my big ole shiny black sexy brand new at the time Peterbilt 579 with 53-foot trailer.
So we pulled up and parked, got out and grabbed our bags and traded our little bitty Ford pickup for the big dawg Pete.
Also on a side note, after skillfully maneuvering the big boys around all the time, once you get behind the wheel of your personal vehicle, you feel like you’re driving a little go-cart or bumper car or something. No matter how big or what it is. It still feels so small in comparison.
We got in and got settled and I fired her up and started doing my pre-trip inspection and my log book and all the other paperwork, and entering everything in my onboard computer. There’s much more to it than just driving, like many think lol
It was always a ghost town around here at this time of night. No pun. No fun. Absolutely nothing or no one around, and it was an eerie place on an eerie stretch of road. Just had a noticeable feel to it. If that makes sense. Just had to be there to see for yourself.
I had been working this particular run for over a year and it was routine for me now and I was very familiar with it and my surroundings. Too familiar, actually lol.
So I got everything entered in my computer and all the freakin paperwork done, then one last look at all my dashboard gauges and air pressure and stuff, then a final nod and wink to my co-pilot and we are ready for take off.
Seemed like any other night.
The business sat right on Highway 98, and as I exited the gate and approached the road, I yielded and looked both ways and there was absolutely no other vehicles coming in either direction. We were totally alone. Or were we? So I slowly proceeded out. I crossed the two southbound lanes and made my way into the center turning area to make a left onto the two northbound lanes.
As I started the turn into the far right lane, I was going very slowly when suddenly my headlights hit the side of the road, I could not believe my eyes. WTH IS THAT!?! I slowed even more. So I could see.
She and I both saw it at the same time. She gasped loudly. Every hair on my body stood up as she said, “OH MY GOD, BRYAN, GO GO GO!”
It was right on the edge of the road, just a few steps into the grass, and it was directly in front of us, maybe 15 feet away, with my super bright headlights right on it, lighting it up like the noonday sun.
I can still see it so vividly in my mind today.
Would you like me to describe it to you?
I’ve never seen anything like it before or since.
It was a person, but yet it wasn’t.
It was wearing lighter colored semi baggy blue jeans and a red long sleeved hoodie sweatshirt.
It wasn’t transparent. It was a solid figure that you couldn’t see through at all.
About 5’8 or 5’9 and around 170 pounds if I had to guess.
And it was frozen there, looking through us. We were frozen too. We just knew at the time that it wanted us to see it.
Are you ready for the good part?
The hoodie was up and filled as if a head were inside it, but it had no face. Just thick utter darkness instead, that I can’t even describe well to you.
It had no hands. It had no feet.
And it appeared to be hovering maybe six inches or so off the ground.
It was just clothes that were filled out as if a person was wearing them.
But there was no person.
And it was staring us down, with no face or eyes.
My wife then cried out in fear again for me to “GO GO GO!”
And I did.
As I passed, I tried to look back in her passenger side mirror for another glimpse of it, but I couldn’t see anything. It was too dark and hard to tell.
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We never saw it again but every time thereafter, when I drove by that spot I would nod and wink and think to myself, “Yep, right there, right there. That’s where that thing stood. That thing we saw. That thing we saw that night.”
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I would like to hear your thoughts and comments.
Have you ever had anything like this happen to you?
What do you think we saw?
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A Cover of Overkill by Men at Work
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I’m 6’ft tall, but for some reason, I look short here idk. Maybe because the person taking the pic is up higher than me looking down. The Chocolate Hills on the island of Bohol in the Philippines 🇵🇭
You can teach someone to play an instrument or they can teach themselves and if the talent is there then they can become quite good depending on what they are willing to give to it.
But you can’t teach heart.
All you can do is tell them about it and it’s something they have to find inside themselves.
It’s a pouring out of yourself to the listener.
I’m not saying I have it but it’s what you want.
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He said, “Drifter, can you make folks cry when you play and sing? Have you paid your dues? Can you moan the blues? Can you bend them guitar strings?” He said, “Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside? ‘Cause if you’re big star bound, let me warn ya, it’s a long, hard ride”
