All “independence day” references aside, its been a long time folks. I offer my apologies for the year long hiatus. What can i say? Life is crazy. Much has changed in the last year or so since i’ve blogged, some for good, some for ill.
I’m going to kick this off with a quick run down on the last two days to give you a peak at my life.
Friday started at noon for me, a fairly late start as i was free running roof tops the night before. It is a little known fact but climbing buildings is an enormously demanding task. Im a fairly fit guy who has a six pack and all that jazz but i was sore the next day. There i was kinda bumming around the house and trying not to feel the damage of jumping from 2 story buildings when inspiration struck. I topped a water bottle off, put a triple shot of mio energy in it (might also be classified as crack) and started writing away. It was a real break through, the chapter i wrote was one that had me hung up for a week, so logically once i started writing it i couldnt stop. I tell you the key board nearly burst into flames.
Some time around 4 in the morning I finished the chapter, threw myself into bed and had this funny idea that id be getting some sleep. around 5:30 i realized it simply wasnt going to happen and if it did i would end up waking up at the crack of evening the next day. I had the brilliant idea of just pulling an all nighter and going to sleep at a respectable time the next day. (right)
I was faced with the challenge of finding something to keep me occupied in the wee hours of the morning that wouldnt get me killed by my family. I ended up reading some norse myths. I just want to throw it out there now that the movie thor, although stunningly bad, was pretty accurate with the mythology. Made and ate a whole batch of marshmallow, chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast and got to work. I spent the rest of the day making chainmail links from 12 gauge galvanized steel wire and cutting the guard for one of my commissions (a colichemarde<<Pretty nifty “small sword” that is it is in the family of the rapier). So im sitting in my basement, the sawsall buzzing away like a rabid beaver in my hands as im using a rig i threw together to make and cut the rings when my phone rings.
Mind you, at this point its 5:15, im covered in metal dust, havnt slept in a day in a half, and am sore as HELL. My friend sam is on the other end and he says the four words that ruin any chance of sleep for me and save his life. “Boston concert at Foxwoods”. Now im not a die hard Boston fan but i like their music and the band isnt all dead. And then he tells me “ill be by at 6:15” thats right last minute concert. Yep just the way we do things. Somehow i manage to put my instruments of death and destruction away, shower and eat in an hour.
I was probably one of the youngest people at the Boston concert but nonetheless it was legendary. THE GODS OF ROCK DESCENDED UPON EARTH AND BLESSED THAT STAGE. Mind blowing. Now i can say i saw them live before… well … before they are all dead.
Thats right, 2 days no sleep, wrote like a fiend, made chainmail, did a ton of work on a sword im commissioned to do, and did a spontaneous concert.