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A Thick Bible of Trucking Stories

I’ve got many miles behind me.

I have many cool and crazy stories from my truck driving career. So i think I’ll do a new series. It may not be a weekly thing just as I have time and get them penned. Some I may use for my book in the future.

I drove for about 17 years, from 97 to 2oO8 then I worked in ministry from 2oO8-12 then I started driving again from 2o12-16. Then I hung it up for a little bit.

Then from 2o17-19 I drove a straight truck for my church thriftstore. It’s not what you think of when you think thriftstore… they do millions in sales every year. In between this time i also went on some mission trips around the world.

It’s nice working for your church. It’s flexible lol.

Some of my career was spent all over the US running solo, with a handful of different companies and team driving and training new drivers. I ran local in Atlanta for some years and Florida too. I had my own truck and business also for awhile in Atlanta.

In fact… I could write a thick Bible of just these stories.

I got some good ones.

But we’ll leave that for the reader to decide. 😎

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Featured image credit to Big Rig Jig by Mike Ross Studios – Street Art Cities

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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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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© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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From the Heart of Me ☄️

I have a lot of stories about my life still left to write, so I’m taking a break from my weekly Hidden Gems From The B-Side posts and the Friday Hank Jr. posts I’ve been doing.

At some point I’ll return to them. Eventually, I think I’ll move on from Hank Jr. and maybe do Bob Dylan next. And maybe in the future I’ll do some more of the Shakespeare & Me & Guest ones too.

Right now, though, I want to get some of my life stories written down so I’ll have them for my memoir down the road.

Oh, also… I have some of my song recordings from the bathroom that I would consider bloopers or just funny moments, and I plan on doing a special limited edition post. A lot of these were recorded before I ever decided to post them here. Most of them were just ones I did and sent to different friends and stuff in texts, just goofing off, trying to be funny, or just making funny mistakes while practicing or experimenting.

And to give you an idea of the atmosphere of how I record, I go into my little small bathroom and shut the door behind me. I either sit on the toilet or on a little stool that I have. I open my audio app, then sit my phone down on a roll of toilet paper on a small shelf above the toilet. Then I grab my guitar, press record, sit down, and whatever happens happens.

But I’ll be sharing these.

I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you and your support, also. I’m honored to be here on WordPress with you, and I love reading your blog. It helps me.

So thank you.

No, really.

From the heart of me.

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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The Crossroads

If you could relive one day from your past, which day would it be and why?

I don’t even have to think about it. I never would have gone down to the crossroads.

Let me tell you this. It’s not some old, crazy myth or legend, although it sounds like one. It’s the straight-up truth, and for the past 20 years, my life has been the stuff of movies because of that one unforgettable, unbelievably stupid thing I did.

It’s also the main reason I blog today. I wanted a place to gather the stories from my life, so that in a few years, when I’m ready to write my memoir, it will be easier to paint the picture.

Oh, how I wish I could go back to that night. I would have kept my mouth shut and just gone to sleep.

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© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson

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Too Aware to Play Along

Describe something you learned in high school.

There are a lot of people I know
who say high school was a waste of time…

—and I get it.

For some…
especially artists and musicians…
it never felt like a place
that knew what to do
with a fire inside—

more about obedience…
than imagination…

But for me—
it was different.

Those four years gave me something real…

I had free chorus… music classes…
adding even more
to the years I already lived in—

that’s where it happened—
I discovered my love
for writing…
for literature.

English—
that was probably my favorite…

History came close—
science right behind it…

Math…?

I could do it… sure—
but I never felt it.

I understood it—
just never connected to it.

Sports gave me another kind of education—
one built on sweat…
pressure…
timing…
and skill you had to prove…

The social side though…
I could’ve done without that.

It was the usual divide…
the cool kids…
then everyone else…

—and me…

somewhere in between…
too aware to play along—

But the teachers—
they mattered.

I had real connections there…

My building construction teacher…
he was one of the guys…

Sometimes we’d sneak behind the shed—
smoke a cigarette…
talk about life…

Other days—
we’d all jump him…
wrestle him to the ground…
leave him covered in dirt…
shirt torn up…

He’d walk into the teacher’s lounge
looking like he survived a tornado…

trying to explain what happened…

Man… we loved that guy.

But my English teacher—

she changed everything.

She introduced me to Julius Caesar…
my first taste of Shakespeare…

Lighting a path to more great literature…

And then there was music class—

where I learned something
I still tote today…

The power… of the rest.

Silence—

In music…
what isn’t played…
can speak louder
than what is.

Same with writing… 😎

So yeah…

I gained a lot from that place.

Funny thing—

earlier today…
before I even saw this prompt…

I was listening to the John Mayer Trio…
reading interviews with John…

—and in one of them he said…

“I knew school never did anything for me…
it never made sense…
I knew at 13 what I wanted—
to be a musician.”

And yeah…
I get that too.

But thinking about it…

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school did do something for him.

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it showed him
what he refused to let go of.

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And that’s the lesson— 😎

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They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines.

But something’s better
On the other side.

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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Shakespeare & Me & Ben Howard (Week 21)

Love’s Labour’s Lost

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Willy `•.

“A light condition in a beauty dark.”

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Me `’.,°~

…that light in a shit storm…

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Ben Howard !i¡-

“Keep your head up, keep your heart strong.”

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Isaiah 45:3
“I will give thee the treasures of darkness…
and hidden riches of secret places…”

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson
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A Short Story Idea the Lord Gave Me

Yesterday, the Lord dealt with me all day about writing short stories in the future.

He reminded me of a time when I was about 10 years old. I shot and killed a bluebird that was resting on a clothesline. I was so sad. I held it in my hands, crying.

I took it to my mother, thinking we could save it — but it was too late.

Yesterday, God brought that moment back to my mind.

And He gave me an idea for a story… how that bird could represent Christ dying for me.

He also gave me the title

Soft Blued Kings

I spent three hours last night just trying to write the opening sentence. With His help, this is what I came up with

Way up in a lone Georgia pine, proud were the wings of two —
a bird of a father, a son true blue.

This story will take some time.

I’m going to take it slow…
and allow the Lord to help me write every bit of it.

It will be my first short story like this, and maybe the first of many.

© 2026 bryanforchrist

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Ban Them All…

If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?

Words are overrated…
so misused…

I say ban them all…

just to piss off
folks that talk out their necks…

the ones
that love to play with them—

trying to impress…
without ever feeling
a thing…

anyone caught using them
must clean truck stop restrooms
while eating tacos…
for an entire day…

I think I’ve said too much…
I haven’t said enough… 🤌

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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