Introductions are in Order

Introduce myself? The idea seems so wrought with stage fright. What do I tell complete strangers? Like my first post illustrated about my personality, I live by the "fuck it" mentality. I was born and raised in New Orleans and outside of New Orleans people look at me like I was born in a bordello. Not far from the truth but living there has shaped me in the most conservative sense with a libertarian underlying view on life. It's given me a rich cultural background, which is probably why I'm writing today but New Orleans is also the equivalent of a third world country and a European city wrapped into one in the heart of the deep south with an extremely Catholic and Pagan culture.

As most of you know, every year starting on All Kings Day (A Catholic holiday on January 6th) all the way up until the day before Ash Wednesday, the official start of Lent, is a pagan celebration to honor your false idols (Greek and Roman gods) before you have to give up your sins of the flesh as a last hooray before abstaining, although few abstain. It is also the equivalent of watching the Wizard of Oz synced up to Juvenile's 400 Degreez but Mardi Gras wasn't all that my roots offered me.

At the ignorant omnipitant age of 18, I decided that I should relocate. In hindsight I was foolish to drop everything and move halfway across the country to Boston, or was I? I had a passion for travel that had been growing in me for years. For roughly eight years in my youth on the last day of school my grandparents, brother and I would pack up the van and take off to new exciting locations across the country. I easily saw about 32 states before I was 18 and after a couple of years of no travel, I had the urge that needed satisfaction. I moved north of Boston with only a cousin and an aunt for support. I also moved to baptize my goddaughter and in Italian culture is viewed as an honor and one I took seriously. I love Piper with all my heart. She's everything I want when I have my own child and it was an honor to watch her grow.

I learned a lot about myself in the Boston area. I developed a sense of asshole in my personality that reflected my surroundings but it also toughened me up to the world. I learned that I love to make people laugh and always seem to be acting like a fool. I met my best friend Kameron, visited New York City again, Montreal, all of the New England states regularly, did a few roads trips to and from New Orleans and managed to find the confidence in myself that I had never had before because I knew no matter where life put me I could survive.

After eleven years though, the urge returned. I lost a very good job due to a lay-off and said "Fuck it" once again. I packed up and moved to New Orleans to reobtain a sense of where I came from and thrived like a hydroponic plant being splashed with potassium. I started shooting guns again, fishing, and enjoying the culture that is non-existant in the Boston area. This is where I learned that I require some sense of culture to be happy.

After two years I started having the urge to move again. I brushed it off and planned a trip to Puerto Rico thinking a little exploration away from the mainland would remedy things. The trip was absolutely amazing but I returned and my first thought was where to go next. Vacationing somewhere gets expensive. Moving there costs just as much so why not move somewhere else for a while?

This idea kicked around my head and stayed on the back burner for a while.. I had a woman I had been speaking to in Arizona and developed a close relationship with her despite never meeting her. I dreamt about her, loved her voice more than anything, and she was just all around fun to talk to. One day I met a girl named S'arrde that remided me that saying "fuck it" and living whatever life I wanted was always an option. As stated in previous posts, she reminded me of the beauty of the Southwest I saw as a youth and after three days of spending time with her and a couple of weeks of contemplation I let the urge take control. This time I had no family, no safety net, and nothing but my truck, guns, clothes and a little bit of cash. This was extreme "fuck it".

Currently I'm living in Tucson, Arizona. Five years from now, who knows? I go wherever the door is open to and often the urge inside of me is directing me through life more than my conscious thought. I relate it back to the spirit that is New Orleans - if it feels or sounds good, it probably is good and you should go for it. Anything is possible in this world and I don't know how people live within the same fifty square miles their entire lives. I'm not downing it but I could never do it.

In future posts I'll be sharing stories from my life, experiences, and weaknesses with complete brutal honesty. Some of you will hate me, some of you will love me but I'd like to think of myself as original so if you don't like it, fuck you. I realize I'm not perfect but it's the little idiosyncrasies that make us unique and that can't be all bad.

Also, if y'all haven't noticed, I have a thing for animals so you'll be seeing a lot of that. I also love my girlfriend, my only friend in Arizona, and enjoy spending as much of my free time with her as possible so you'll probably be seeing our dates as well. That's my story Steemit! I'm piling on the fuel, heating the engine, building up the pressure, picking up speed, and taking you with me! This is my dream! Cheers!

I am from the South so yes that is moonshine :)