Mr.Enhale

Fishin’ for Answers…

As I look inward on myself like a fisherman looking over the end of his boat there are somethings I can honestly see that I hate about myself.

I guess you can call them character flaws but they swarm under the surface creating huge school of fish.

I like to call them the little minnows of emotions feed and kept healthy by a fucked up youth.

The truth about my youth is settled loosely in memories that are hidden in the deep as dark as limo tinted glass called repression.

As I dare open this can of worms each worm reaches with all it’s might toward the soil on the shore to rebury itself 6 feet deep.

And as much as I hate the feeling of their spiny bodies against my finger prints like tiny slimy little needles sliding across the grooves on a record I must grab them to use as bait.

So I brutally wrap them around and stab them on to a sharp barbed hook attached to my life line and toss them into my sea of memories with fast pitched cast diving them deep into the water and then we wait.

At first it starts with a light tug memories of grandma cooking and the sight of a real life with Christmas, then a with a jerk comes being shipped away to a family frat were you send your unwanted brats, all of a sudden I’m full pulled into the sea.

Drowning in thoughts of what I should have done and what I shouldn’t have and what I could have been and the lose of friends and beginning of loose ends and burnt bridges, harsh spoken words of disrespect that slashed threw so many as if to be my own Excalibur.

I’m being dragged down deeper and I achieve a clear view of the resentments that are at the bottom of this sea that have bitten down hard on my hook keep dragging me further to suffocation.

Then it dawns on me, this won’t keep dragging me down if I don’t stay attached to this simple little string.

So I cut away from my life line I start to head to the surface and I feel a bit of peace cause I realized that the only way to finally breath again was to just let go.

I finally break the surface like my own great white whale and breathe in deep from the bottom of my lungs the air is sweet but still a little salty and I can live with this.

There is a slight pain in my hand from the cuts created by the line I held onto so tight but I can heal from this.

Pulling myself up onto the nearest pier I turn and look into the water and it’s clear with tiny gold flecks and for once I can finally see the bottom.

Mr.Enhale

I have decided that when it’s time for me to have a GF I have A-Z chart where she has to meet all.

A. Likes more than 3 genres of music that I like.

B. Knows what good food is.

C. Has cool folks

D. Knows how to gig.

E. Has to have noticeable amount of ink.

F. Can make ME laugh for a change.

G. Has to smoke herb.

H. Has some real life goals. ( like my priority’s on these two lol)

I. Loves fashion.

J. Gets along with damn near all my friends cause I know some of them are asses but I love um.

K. Knows how to snowboard or honestly wants to learn.

L. Like kids.

M. Can handle a long night and doesn’t fall out during BONETONE (family term).

O. Supports my MCing and knows how to help with a mic check.

P. Isn’t snappy or rude.

Q. Isn’t religious.

R. Doesn’t think that believing in ghosts is stupid.

S. Fallow politics enough to have a conversation about.

T. Isn’t a vegetarian or has never even wanted to be one.

U. Likes to wear cute tight fitting plaid shirts but hate fixies.  

V. Looks great naked (this is a must)

W. Understands I’m a leprechaun and that no one gets my pot O’ gold. NO ONE!

X. Won’t stand for other guys hitting on her and won’t stand for other girls hitting on me cause that’s called loyalty.

Y. Doesn’t keep score.

Z. Makes sure I stay in line but won’t get in my way if and when I have to fight for what’s mine.

Disclaimer:

I know some people can say my priorities and standards are fucked but these are the things I want this is for me not for you! Love ya!