youdon'tknowjackson

I'm feeling pretty good right now. Tomorrow I think i'm going to be able to make it to a meeting. I just went back on my diet, and i'm finished with schooling. Things are looking up right now. There are no worries in my life. My guitar playing is going well too. I gotta go right now.

Jam Night

I went to a jam night today. It was great. I got up on stage and played Stevie Ray's "Cold Shot." I did a damn good job. When I was up there I felt like I was in heaven. I felt the music. I felt the power of it running through me. My nerves held up, too! I was very at home up there. Finally! I'm starting with baby steps.

Get Bush out of Office!

American Pie

A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

So... bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye
Singin'... this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died

I started singin'...

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye
Singin'... this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a Rollin' Stone
But that's not how it used to be
When The Jester sang for The King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while The King was looking down
The Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned

And while Lennin read a book on Marx
The quartet practised in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died

We were singin'...

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye
Singin'... this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fall out shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed flat out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With The Jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singin'...

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye
Singin'... this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation Lost In Space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candle stick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singin'...

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye
Singin'... this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

And they were singin'...

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye
Singin'... this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

They were singin'...

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye
Singin'... this'll be the day that I die

Blank Subject

I really don't know what to write about. I'm feeling damn good right now. Life is sweet. I hit up a meeting tonight and got some good stuff out of it. After the meeting I went out with a couple of friends. We ate at applebee's and then drove home. On the way home a Ferrari passed us up. Anyway, I would like to start talking to young people about drug addiction. I think it would help me a lot. I just really don't know how to mgo about getting opportunities to talk. Give me some feedback if you have any ideas.

Back To My Knees

Ever since I started working again, I've been irritable due to half-assed prayer. I need to get back into a groove of daily prayer and spirituality. I believe that my personal slump recently is directly related to that. In the past a spiritual way of life has been the best way. So... Now I will get back to it.

Detox Boy

Before we could even make it to the hospital, detox boy had been let out. He went home and decided that he needed a job. Nobody has heard anything from him since. I pray to God that he is not boozing and druging it up. He is on the road to a fast painful death. Not many at his funeral. I will not let myself go down that same road. I want my happy destiny. Not death. Love you all and have a safe night.

News

Just a few minutes ago I got a call from a friend telling me that a fellow A.A. is in detox. This kid is eighteen years old. He has been going full out fo about six months. He has manage to have a heart attack from cocaine and build up a heavy addiction to alcohol. Tomorrow i'm going to visit him and see how he is. I want to see what it can do to you, because I don't remember those days so clearly anymore. I'll tell you about it.

The Hunted

It was a warm summer day about four or five years ago. I was going on one of my almost daily bike rides through the nearby woods. It was a beautiful trail. Small hills and a thick canopy of trees. I loved riding by myself. It made me feel one with nature. Something that I have longed for all my life. On this particular day I was not paying too much attention to much but the view above and to the sides. When I looked ahead, I was amazed to see a full-sized male deer in front of me. I stopped about twenty feet in from his deadly stare. I stood still for what seemed like hours, days, or maybe months. In reality it was only about twenty seconds. I stared it straight in the eyes. After a few seconds it began to snarl at me. Soon after he beat his rear hoof against the hard dirt. I was in for it then... But to my amazement he ran off into the thick shroud of the forest. On the way back home I couldn't stop thinking about it. As you see now, I still haven't.

The Kerry/Edwards speech yesterday was pretty nice. The weather was horrible though. It was about 85 and humid as all hell. It started raining about an hour into our stay. They talked about some good things. Some things that would help the lower and middle class. They talked about gas prices and health care. Things that matter.