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EnigmaInitiative 52F  
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11/22/2019 11:12 am
Crazy Train


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Crazy Train

Forgive easily; life is short. [blog stopbyandsayboo] Shorter for some than others...

This was something I wrote decades ago that I edited down about my mother's death, who died at 37 by the way. It hasn't been released anywhere, though https://soulfully-connecting.com/ has a copy. They are waiting for three more submissions from me before they will publish it. I haven't sent them anything since August. I've been busy.

I've been carrying a handwritten piece around with me all this time, not sure what to do with it. I edited and transcribed it from lined sheets of paper that I, then, burnt and threw away.

The Day the Music Died

The day started like any other. I was getting ready for school; Dad had left for the day; My brother had all ready been picked up by the bus; and I had just left for my walk to the bus stop. Mom was doing laundry, carrying a basket. I remember her, Vividly, sayin,

“Debbi, I love you, always remember that”.

With that, I gave her a kiss on the cheek and left for the bus stop.

My sister was still home.

I went to Public School, on the bus.

I remember seeing an ambulance and thinking “That's for my mom”.

I reassured myself.

Went to School, and all was good.

By Fourth Period Reading Class, We were Doing the Diary of Anne Frank as a Play.

Eighth Grade

Winter

I was Thirt**n

I was the Narrator

There was a knock on the door.

I was being asked to go to the office.

I had no idea why.

When I got to the office door,

There Stood My Paternal Aunt and Uncle.

They were taking me Home.

I didn't know why.

I went back to class, stopped at my locker, and picked up my coats and books.

I was Michigan in the Winter

When we walked out to the Car

I refused to get in until they told me.

That's when they said Mom died.

I cracked into a million pieces

screamed so loud, people were staring at me through the classroom windows.

They heard me from the Parking Lot.

That's the day the music died, for me.

Look, I hope you all understand that I'm different, not crazy. Crazy, to me, is what they call you when they don't like what you're saying.

One of the things I recognized early on was that I could probably become a social media influencer fairly easily. Based on the knowledge I posses, plus my fearlessness when it comes to not caring about how “stupid” I look? Wellllll...I knew I could make a run for it if I wanted to. I even began the steps. Changed my Instagram from user to Creator, and made a Youtube channel.

The thing is, though? I don't want that. Any of it. I want to write and run my charity. I only started doing it because I wanted to raise money for my foundation. It's why I was so very kind to everyone, I was starting a charity. I certainly didn't want to make enemies.

So, everyone I met on Social Media? Well, I treated them like they were my friends. The problem was, they kept crossing my boundaries and pissing me off.

More on that later...

Three posts today because as I was baking cookies, I remembered transcribing and editing “The Day the Music Died”, and I feel it adds to the story.

Crazy Train

By

Ozzy Osbourne

All aboard ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

Let's go
I've listened to preachers
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words, yeah

Heirs of a cold war
That's what we've become
Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I'm living with something' that just isn't fair

Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

(Ha ha ha, bitch!)

Writer/s: John Osbourne, Randy Rhoads, Robert Daisley

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PAWAPh 44M
12614 posts
11/22/2019 1:15 pm

Hey, Friend.

*Crazy Train/Great Song*
(Maybe Your Theme Song)

Peace, Debbi!

Jack


Logan0867 52M
190 posts
11/22/2019 1:38 pm

*hugs* are all I can say


Paulxx001 63M
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11/22/2019 3:02 pm

❤️

... is there another way to look at it.
We Have Lost Forty Million Good Men WTF


SpunkyMonkeyz58 62M
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11/22/2019 4:14 pm

Hugs Xx Oo My dad died when I was fourteen and I remember that day vividly as like it happened yesterday. He drove us kids to school that morn and no one sat in the front seat. He smiled and looked at us all in the back seat n said I guess you all are growing up and getting too big to want to sit next to dad hmm? The next thing I know, walking home from school at lunch hour and seeing all these people at n in our house, He passed away from a heart attack at work. I lost it and screamed out at the top of my lungs, "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" My belved Sande has her parent moments as well and we can sympathize n empathize with you our dear friend if that makes sense? Xx Oo Mmmm Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect Awrooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Meoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows!


EnigmaInitiative 52F  
2713 posts
11/22/2019 4:29 pm

    Quoting PAWAPh:
    Hey, Friend.

    *Crazy Train/Great Song*
    (Maybe Your Theme Song)

    Peace, Debbi!

    Jack
Peace Jack!

Debbi

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EnigmaInitiative 52F  
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11/22/2019 4:30 pm

Hugs...wish you were here.

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11/22/2019 4:30 pm

<3

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EnigmaInitiative 52F  
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11/22/2019 4:32 pm

    Quoting SpunkyMonkeyz58:
    Hugs Xx Oo My dad died when I was fourteen and I remember that day vividly as like it happened yesterday. He drove us kids to school that morn and no one sat in the front seat. He smiled and looked at us all in the back seat n said I guess you all are growing up and getting too big to want to sit next to dad hmm? The next thing I know, walking home from school at lunch hour and seeing all these people at n in our house, He passed away from a heart attack at work. I lost it and screamed out at the top of my lungs, "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" My belved Sande has her parent moments as well and we can sympathize n empathize with you our dear friend if that makes sense? Xx Oo Mmmm Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect Awrooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Meoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows!
It does make sense, and I thank you both for your empathy my freeeeendz!

Big Internet Hugs

Thanks for sharing that story with me, I know how painful it must have been.

Xoxoxoxoxoxox

Awrrroooooooooooooooooooooooo
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Meoooooooooooooooooooooooooow

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Logan0867 52M
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11/22/2019 8:30 pm

*hugs* Me too, lover


citizen4722 62M  
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11/23/2019 8:31 am

I was fourteen when my dad died of a heart attack in 1972 (aged 4.
I didn't cry! I do now.


EnigmaInitiative replies on 11/23/2019 4:23 pm:
I'm still working on it. It's difficult for me, still to this day.

I'm so sorry to hear about your father. Hugs.

Pgmanforyou 52M
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12/1/2019 4:47 pm

Pretty good


EnigmaInitiative 52F  
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12/2/2019 6:02 am

Thank You

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