If I walked into a bar and ordered a drink, how many people do you think would recognize me? No one, right?
Well I'm not who I was before and really,... you would never recognize me now so I wouldn't blame you either way.
You see in 2018, after losing the nicest boat I ever owned to a hurricane, I was tested for a learning disability. It came back that I was ADHD with severe executive functioning disorder.
Now I thought that meant that I would take meds for the rest of my adult life and forever be resentful that no one ever noticed my ADHD in my life. But alas, how things change.
Earlier this year, after suffering with heart burn for the better part of 8 years, I was scoped, and they found I had several bleeding ulcers in my belly. My esophagus was chewed up like ground meat, and they thought I might have cancer.
Well, when they told me that, I realized I had two options: Raw dog life without meds, or die young.
Well here it is now two months since I was scoped, and I have been off my meds. I was hired as a reporter working for a newspaper and in truth, I never thought I could do it but Im doing it and it's pretty good.
You see, I walked out of a job writing for a newspaper in 2001. I earned another degree and walked out of the newsroom there as well and went sailing, just assuming that some day I would go back to it.
Well, when God decides to send a message like a hurricane, you listen and ever since then I have been trying to get a job in news. I managed to get a job in radio and did a pretty damn good job serving the Klamath Falls Community. Unfortunately, the asshat that runs the station fired me, but I hate radio these days anyway. It's all fake news and canned sound, so I consider it a gift.
I walked out of the radio and started making my first movie thanks to the generosity of the Klamath Irrigation District (K.I.D.). It took a minute or two to find my next gig, but find it I have, and here I am...back to writing of all things. Oh, sure I wish was making videos, but that will come eventually.
But the question is, am I any good at this job, or should I quit, go back to sea as a Captain?
A nasty spin with an elected official who bad-mouthed me at a Klamath Water Users Meeting showed me that not only did I do my job as a journalist, I did it well. If they're shooting at you, in my line of work, it means I did my job.
I did get an atta boy from the security guard at the Walmart who liked my videos at the radio station. And then there's the vote of confidence I got from the K.I.D., so I guess I've gotten all the encouragement I need to convince me that I am not only a great journalist, I am also a damn fine sailor.
But to the asshat at the radio station and the shithead commissioner who had to bad mouth me, let me tell you this. I am a great writer. I'm also a pretty good storyteller, and I can even cut together some pretty awesome films too. I got one mayor voted out in Connecticut and sent a commissioner to Italy. So there's that and Good riddance.
But if you knew me back in Connecticut or even saw me in Maryland, North Carolina Utah or Washington, I dare say you wouldn't recognize me. You see the man standing before you now is a whole lot better than he was back in the day. So I'm not going anywhere.
I'm gonna stay right here, in old Klamath Falls, Oregon until the good Lord tells me to go else where, and as my dear departed Father used to say, "I'm Good, I'm Good, I'm God Damn Good and Nobody else is better." Sit on that and spin, asshat.
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