REFLECTIONS AND ANOTHER LOOK AT HB 2229
“If all my possessions were taken from me with one exception, I would choose to keep the power of communication, for by it I would soon regain all the rest”―
“Like so many other pathological personalities in positions of power a million years ago, he might do almost anything on impulse, feeling nothing much. The logical explanations for his actions, invented at leisure, always came afterwards”
― Galápagos
― Galápagos
Back in 2001, I was running the Exit-In. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a rock and roll club, that holds about 500 people with live shows nightly. This was my second go-around as manager, The first was in the late ’90s, and overall constitutes a colossal flameout. I was kinda distracted during that time because I was also engaged in pursuing the discovery of how many chemicals one could ingest before one ends up in the ER. An answer I, unfortunately, discovered on more than one occasion.
I toss around the depiction of this time period a little cavalierly, using humor as a shield. The truth is, I bare a great deal of shame over it. Some very good people placed a great deal of faith in me and I squandered their trust, belief, and investment through my selfish pursuits. Did I feel a sense of entitlement at that time? I did, I was young and full of hubris. But it wasn’t only hubris, but fear that drove me. Fear that I was just ordinary – that was an awful description to me at the time but a welcome one these days – and the world would never see me.
You see I was an adopted child. Luckily I was one of those blessed with a family that loved me and cared for me deeply. My parents were exceptional people and I was fortunate to have them choose me. But the fact remained, I was rejected at birth and as a result, fear was instilled in me – fear that if I would be left again if I didn’t put forth the perfect face. I don’t offer this a, “woe-is-me offering” CONTINUE READING: REFLECTIONS AND ANOTHER LOOK AT HB 2229 – Dad Gone Wild
