You know why
the angels wanna wear my red shoes??? It
ain’t because I’m as awesome as I think I am...
It’s because I have been surrounded by the most awesome people that I
can ever imagine having in my corner at any given time…
I am the creation of the two most
polar opposite folks on the face of the planet. Yet, I have acquired the greatest attributes
that either one of my folks could offer.
We’re all here as a product of our parents, and all of our parents have
at least some good things to offer for us to carry on in our lives. I just happen to be lucky enough to be one of
the ones that have a lot to be thankful for from my folks going forward, even
if one is as far north and the other is as far south as far as personalities
go.
My sense of humor has gotten me
through a lot of rough times, and I have had to have gotten it from both of my
parents right? I grew up watching old
reruns of Saturday Night Live on Nick at Nite, and Richard Pryor, George
Carlin, and Steve Martin comedy specials as a kid with both mom during the week
and dad on the weekends (more on all this in later posts I'm sure). I also got the new live episodes of SNL on
the weekends with dad back in the 90's. I’m really not
sure what this provided me with throughout my childhood except that maybe it
showed me that all of the crap that was going on around me in my own immediate
circle, as well as the larger world around me maybe wasn’t so drastic as it was being made out to be. There
was always room to laugh. I just wrote
about my Aunt Vickie, and she would have definitely backed me up on this
point. There is always time to laugh, even
if your parents don’t like each other most of the time.
My dad is one of the most laid back
fellows that you will ever have the good fortune of coming across. He is a zen-farmer. I thank my lucky stars for this. He is not rattled. You could walk up to him and tell him that
the moon just swallowed the sun and he would say, “well, that’s not going to be
good for the crops this year…” And he
probably wouldn’t even say it. He would
probably just think it and if you are lucky to know him well enough, (few are)
you would just know that that is what he is thinking. I am very lucky to be able to let things do a
summersault off of my back most of the time, and I can’t help but think it is
because my pops is a literal poster boy for calmly taking in life, no matter the
circumstances.
My momma really likes dogs. She likes dogs a lot. She rescues them. She rescues a lot of them. I once told her that she couldn’t rescue them
all. She said, “I get mad when people
tell me that. I know I can’t rescue them
all, but I can rescue all that I can.”
She’s compassionate as shit. I
don’t mean that literally because shit isn’t something that we equate as being
very compassionate. I say that because
when you are compassionate enough to take in as many animals as you possibly
can, to save them from euthanasia, poor conditions, or whatever other
circumstances could possibly trouble them, you become compassionate enough to
put up with a lot of literal shit in your yard, garage, and floor. She has no problem with this. I get my drive to help those of the two and
four legged variety from my mother, and I know in my heart that this is
something that will be invaluable to me for as long as I live.
We’re all a product of the
chromosomes that spit us out, no matter how much or less we like to admit
it. I am surrounded by so many wonderful
people in my life, (including my beautiful girlfriend veronica who I will write
to and about for many years to come I am sure) and those are the people that
have shaped me and they are the reason that the angels wanna wear my red
shoes…My parents are just part of the reason, and I love both of them very
much. Step-parents, aunts, uncles, bros,
sis’s, cousins, grandparents, and friends from all over are all part of the equation
too…for all of us.
Pearl Jam
Rocks!
-Luke
PS: If you’re reading this, check back, because
I’m going to keep updating...Even if no one reads it. So if you’re not reading this then fuck off.
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