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Flashback: Thirty Days of Dougie (2013)
Day 7: Dirt Roads
Way back in 2013, only eight years ago but it seems like a lifetime, I did one of many “Days of Dougie” blog series. But the thing is, I didn’t have this site yet and did them on my Facebook in the “Notes” section. And now that they’re showing up in my memories on Facebook, I think it’s time to share them one more time. So here you go. For the next thirty days or so, along with the current and new stuff I post on the site, we have some flashbacks as well. You’re welcome. Now, as I once heard said in the movie “Young Guns”, “Regulators, let’s move out!”. It was something to that effect anyhow. Let’s do this.
Thirty Days of Dougie – Part 7: Dirt Roads
And here we are again. It’s 5:23 in the morning and why the hell am I still up? I have to be up in about 3 1/2 hours to do Food Lion for the Food Bank and then have a very important phone call to make around noon or so and then it’s work at three. I need to go to bed! But not just yet. I have two very important things to do first. The first one is to finish watching “Buffy The Vampire Slayer” on the TV. I’ve seen this episode before, but then again, I think I’ve seen all of them at least a dozen or so times each and I still like the show. So I stay and watch.
And the other reason? It’s because I have yet to write the next edition of the “Thirty Days of Dougie” series. I know that I already did Part 5 yesterday and that should be the one that covers today. I even said in the blog that it was supposed to be today’s edition, but since I wrote and posted that, I’ve changed my mind. I do that sometimes. So you lucky loyal readers (both of you) will be getting more bang for your buck. So here you go. It’s time to reach into that infamous magic box and see what the topic of the day will be. Are you ready? Can you feel the excitement? I’m getting the box and reaching in and my “3DD” topic is… “Dirt Road”.
Thirty Days of Dougie – Part 7: Dirt Road
January 7, 2013
Now, this is one that I’ve actually looked forward to writing about because who doesn’t have a “dirt road” story or two to tell? Some dead-end road out in the middle of nowhere, with you and about two or three or forty of your closest friends, lots of beer and assorted adult beverages, a big bonfire burning brightly, and at least two wild and crazy rednecks screaming “whoo-hoo” at the top of their lungs. Good times for all.
Authors Note: (All of the above was written on early Monday morning – I was trying to get ahead of the game. Now it’s late Tuesday evening and I just realized that despite my best of intentions, I haven’t posted my “30DD” piece for today. So I’m picking up where I left off and trying to get this bad mama-jama done. Just figured I should be straight up and honest here. Now back to the story at hand… )
Damn, it’s been a long, long time since I’ve had the chance and pleasure to do that again. These days, it seems like everyone either just wants to get a motel room if we’re partying or more likely, just hang out at someone’s house and play video games. And I’m not knocking that but what about the whole “open” feeling of being out in the middle of nowhere, watching for strange headlights, and being able to scream, holler and be rowdy without fear of offending the neighbors or getting your stuff all torn up. There are freedom and magic that can’t be equaled when doing the “dirt road” thing.
And damn it, I’m just not feeling it. I love partying on dirt roads and I love my friends and I love writing about those things. And believe me, I could definitely tell you many a story about different gatherings out at the grass fields in Hasty, or at the Boardwalk off of 15-501, or at Death House. The stories are endless, but my patience is not. I’ve got so many things here on my mind and I just can’t seem to focus. I would just switch up and change the topic to these subjects that are playing in my head, but alas, it’s not my right or place to do so just yet. I can not betray the confidence of a dear and wonderful friend facing major medical issues, nor is this the place to discuss the many thoughts bouncing around in this noggin’ about other stuff either.
I’m giving it up and calling it a night. Sorry for the unfinished blog about the “dirt roads”, but it’s pretty obvious to me that no one is reading this crap anyhow (comment and prove me wrong Peeps) and I’m not even sure why the hell I bother. Oh yeah, for me because I know I’ve got what it takes to be a good writer, but I need to work on my style and self-discipline. Actually, my style is pretty good. It’s the self-discipline that’s lacking, which is why I decided to commit myself to this whole “Thirty Days” thing.
I’m out of here and I’ll be back later on to do Part 8. It should be better and more disciplined and to the point and fun to read. It sure as hell can’t be any worse.