Wasting Time

You ever hear someone ask you, “Why do you listen to talk radio, that is so boring.” Well, no, no it’s not; you just haven’t discovered it.

When I was a kid, my dad was the typical older guy who listened to classic rock. At the point in my life I listened to rap, and only rap; everything else was dumb. As I got older my musical tastes have spread to places that I wasn’t looking at before. Now a day at the age of 33 I like…see, everyone classifies shit as whatever the fuck they want it to be. To put it very simple I opened myself up to rock: classic rock, metal, heavy metal, alternative, blah blah blah.

I can list the bands but then you’d be stuck with a pointless post full of band names.

I still listen to rap, it is still my favorite; but I have so much more now.

As my dad got older I came to find out that all he did was listen to some kind of talk radio, talking about something. And as I get older I’m starting to understand the mental stimulation that comes with that.

I mean I still listen to music, I love music; but here in a few days I’m going to spend 3 days in a car. On day one I’ll be driving from Lincoln, Nebraska to Laramie, Wyoming; a total of 492 miles (or 792 kilometers). On day two I’ll be driving from Laramie, Wyoming to Boise, Idaho; a total of 690 miles (or 1,111 kilometers). On day three I’ll be driving from Boise, Idaho to Portland, Oregon; a total of 430 miles (or 692 kilometers).

That comes to a grand total of 1,612 miles/2,595 kilometers.

That song? Oh I’ve heard that song before, hundreds of times. Podcasts and/or talk radio make it much easier to sit on the road for hours at a time. Time flies by a lot faster when you’re using the excuse of driving as an excuse to hear what they’re going to say next.

Regardless of what cell phone companies claim, when you leave a city in the Midwest you also loose any 3G connection, and based upon that I bought SiriusXM radio just for this trip, which I’ll have to cancel here in about 30 days or so.

If I have the internet, I don’t really care about Shade45, Octane, The Bridge, or Faction Talk; but it’s going to come in handy over those 3 days of car travel.

And on that note, I think talk radio also calms people down. I’m one of the only people I know who can be comfortable sitting on South 167 from Auburn, Washington to Puyallup, Washington and spending the next one and a half to two hours traveling 25 miles.

The Men’s Room, KISW, look it up.


That Great Feeling

So…I have a personal journal that I keep on my computer. Something that can help me figure out how I’m feeling, more or less a chance to talk to someone, myself, without being judged for what I might say or how I truly feel about something.

This morning I woke up with the idea that I had to take out the trash, do the dishes, wash clothes, and put away my section of said clothes. Which is all well and good…whatever. At some point I came to a stand still where I could not do anything because I was told not to until such and such, which is fine, but she was still in her wake up period.

So I went to the store to get a few things. While I was driving a few memories that didn’t really make sense were rushing through my head and I felt like I was at peace. And for most of the country it will most likely seem weird to you. The more I thought about it, the more I was able to figure out why I felt so good.

This morning was cooler then it has been lately. It was a cool 60 degrees with light winds, cloudy skies, and light rain.

As some of you know I moved to Washington State in the year 1998, I was 14 at the time. I did not get my drivers license until I was 17. My first car was a 1988 Mazda 323 which was then followed with a 1992 Acura Integra, but the kind of car has very little do to with this story.

Like most kids that just got their drivers license I was looking for any excuse to drive anywhere. Most of the time that excuse made no sense to anyone, but me, and the only reason it made sense to me was because I got to drive somewhere.

And…for those of you who happen to live in that area, and a few of my followers do. When I first got my license I was not allowed to drive on Meridian, 512, 410, 167, or I-5. At some point, like a year later it was okay for me to drive on Meridian.. Then at some point after that I just said, “Fuck it,” and drove where I wanted to.

And that is why I know Puyallup/Spanaway area like the back of my hand. I drove so much for unknown reasons that I leaned everything. And for someone that has to use GPS to get from point A to point B and back to point A that is saying a lot.

As some of you can figure out by now, the majority of the time that I went driving was when it was cloudy outside, and more then 80% of the time, if it was cloudy it was also raining.

I spent a lot of time in my car driving in a large circle from my house, down sunrise, down Shaw, up to 112th, 94th back to 160th going by Rogers High School and then repeating the same route in reverse order before ending up at home.

Most of that time I spent alone with my thoughts, I was able to process my feeling and figure out a way to cope with whatever was bothering me at the time.

I think that is why I felt at peace today as I drove to the store. It was cloudy, light rain, a light breeze. Totally remained me of Washington and being a careless teenager that didn’t have and real problems.

The only thing I’m missing is friends, evergreen tress, the idea of an ocean 20 miles away, and a 14,410 foot tall mountain that hid in the clouds 75% of the year.

If I had nothing to do…I would drive down by my old house, the one I lived in prior 1998, just drive for the hell of it. Maybe even get on I-80 and head towards Grand Island just for the hell of it. I actually felt good and I didn’t want it to end.

Personal Reflection

“Daniel, stop it!” Those words were being shouted in my right ear as I was trying to prove a point that didn’t even have a clear understanding. All I did was make myself look like an asshole to everyone that was watching.

“Stop it” those words were ringing all around the interior of the car while the child inside of me kept saying, “No man, don’t listen to her; you got a point to prove God dammit.”

I lived in Nebraska for two years this coming June. This state seems be filled with inpatient assholes that love racing each other to the next red light. Were the fuck are these people going? Why the fuck are you trying to drive nowhere in a hurry?

I was sitting in my car outside of Walgreen’s thinking to myself, “why did you do that,” “you didn’t even prove a point,” “you just looked like an asshole,” “and you hate assholes.”

While my future wife was getting cash back I made a decision to get out of the driver’s seat and move over to the passenger side of the car.

About an half hour ago we were on the way to the movie theater. We were going to watch a movie. The whole length of the road I was on this blue Jeep was behind me. He was pissing me off, he was tailing me the whole time; because you know…50mph in a 45mph zone ain’t fast enough for his ass.

We both are turning right onto another street, he is still behind me. Right before the turn was completed I could see just what I thought was going to happen. I turn into the inside right lane, in my rear view mirror I can see he is turning into the outside right lane. He was going to pass me, because he has something very important to do…apparently.

In front of me in the other lane I see a black car, going about the same speed as the limit. This blue Jeep behind me was going to pass me just to switch lanes to pass this black car just to switch lanes again to get in a turn lane to go into a shopping center. Because we all know that shit is so God damn important.

It’s so important that we can’t wait 10 fucking seconds.

My foot presses down the gas pedal, “I’ll speed up to this black car and slow down, then he can’t pass me.” Why I was thinking that would prove a point to him I don’t fucking know. I wasting my time and looked like an asshole in the process.

I know why I did it, but it didn’t even do anything. So…if I could redo it, I’d just let his impatient ass pass me.

I didn’t have to be an asshole to prove that he was an asshole. All I did was end up going 75 in a 35 while he flipped me off.