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EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK:
MOST PEOPLE TALK BULLSHIT:
One Primate's Search For
Intelligent Life (EXODUS)
Back
In King of Prussia
When I got back to
Pennsylvania, I went straight to see my friend Johnny Q. and
then to my parent’s house. I did not tell them I was coming
home, I wanted to surprise them, and so I just showed up. My
mother seemed glad, yet on edge about something. My Stepfather
civil, but also on edge, made it clear I needed to look for a
new place to live within a short period of time. Sitting in my
bedroom for the first time in a year,
I went through all my
Marine things, such as clothes and documents, trying to get my
bearings.
Later that
night, Johnny Q. had called all of my friends and we got
together to celebrate my coming home.
I was happy. I was
with my surrogate family, the people who really understood me,
the people that really cared about me, as I understood and cared
about them. Most of my friends I met when I turned fourteen
years old at Upper Merion High School. Most of them, especially
the core group, are still friends with today. I love them and
I always worry about
them.
Nevertheless,
just like most humans, my circle of friends and I bonded deeply
for the most superficial and silliest of reasons. Such as during
times when engaging in mutual paper airplane tossing, sneaking
out together to get some wine from the locker or smoke pot up in
the catwalks of the auditorium, and all sorts of meaningless
things in the scheme of things.
Paradoxically
however, I have found that like most humans, my circle of
friends also bonded superficially for the deepest of reasons.
With the
exception of John Aberant, Scott Deacon, Paul Harcelrode and a
few others, who came from enviable “Leave it to Beaver” type
families; many of my core group of friends were in their own way
almost as dysfunctional as me. They each had their demons and
heartaches. They each had something lacking in their family
life. So there we all were, our friendships forged and bonded
from the fires of both superficial silliness and deep aching
dysfunction. We all became each other’s brother, sister, mother,
father, and favorite uncles and aunts. We each played a part in
our own unique dysfunctional way to help each other as we
struggled to help ourselves throughout the entirety of our
lives. We are still doing this today.
The first night
I was back from the Marines, partying and catching up with all
my friends, I took the time to ponder in my own primitive and
drunken way, all of this and ponder the future.
I was
wondering, “What am I going to do with my life? What is my
destiny?” I was acutely aware of my lack of education
and the lack of funds to get one. Sure, I could use the VA
benefits for school, but knew that would only cover books and
tuition. What would I live on? How would I juggle school and
work? There was always the question as to what I wanted to do?
I again
wondered, “What is my destiny?”
MOST PEOPLE TALK BULLSHIT:
One Primate's Search For Intelligent Life
(GENESIS)
MOST PEOPLE TALK BULLSHIT:
One Primate's Search For Intelligent Life
(REVELATIONS)
MOST PEOPLE TALK BULLSHIT:
One Primate's Search For Intelligent Life
(JUDGMENT DAY)
THE MARINES: GOD'S CHOSEN
WARRIORS
VINCE'S GYM
ADVENTURES IN MARINE BIOLOGY
CONVERSATIONS WITH NEO
NEO TEACHES ME THE ART OF WAR
& PEACE;
His Version of The Matrix
MEMORIES OF MY FATHERS
ZEN & THE ART OF RESISTANCE
TRAINING:
A Yogic & Scientific Approach To Weight
Lifting
ZEN & THE BIOLOGY OF
TRANSCENDENCE:
The First Matrix of Psychic
Phenomena
ZEN & THE ART OF KINESIOLOGY:
The Yogic & Scientific
Approach To Movement
ZEN & YOUR ENERGY SYSTEMS
ZEN & VARIOUS ASPECTS OF
TRAINING
HOMEPAGE TO MOST PEOPLE TALK BULLSHIT:
One Primate's Search For Intelligent Life
(EXODUS)
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