These words, "I get the Coast now just to see if you got something in!" That was great... That.. was what I needed to hear. It's a big gamble starting out on a quest for a new career in your 40s, especially with no more background than years of toiling away in factory jobs. I was blessed to take art class from a fantastic teacher, and he even turned me onto Jimi Hendrix which turned out to consume my high school years and more after. Regardless, music and art have always led my life outside of employment.
A few years ago, after a late night with friends drinking copious amounts of beer and filling in each others blank spots in our memories, I decided I wanted to write a book detailing some of the fantastic and ridiculous behaviour of me and my crew over a decade or so. The craziest decade of our lives was the 1990s,and a few of the 2000s, but the 90s brought us the grunge scene, and created an almost hippie-like scene. ...And me and my hoodlums were smack fuckin dab in the middle of it. Complete with psychedelic drugs and a shit ton of pot, acid, bennies, mesculine, hashish....well fuck, I can hardly remember, and really, I should just leave this as a teaser,...wait for the book fuckers!
I digress, I then wrote a short film script, got excited about film, moved to Halifax and started acting, voice overs and commercials. A few more scripts and TV show outlines litter my desk and surrounding living room area,...yet I have found the greatest joy in writing these short, ranting opinion pieces into the Coast, and to have a friend compliment me is par for the course.
I said some mean things in one of my recent articles about my hometown of Truro... and I'll admit, I was all fired up and shootin off. And for that,.. Truro.. I apologize. I grew up there, had my son there, and once again.. had a crazy fantastic set of 20s in my life there. It is a nice town, and you can easily surround yourself in a nice neighbourhood and raise your kids there safely. I just get hung up on the fact that I fought for years to build some kind of artistic career only to fail, year after year.
I'm in Halifax now, busting away at finding an artistic outlet that will sustain me... not as easy as I thought, but I have done some wicked cool shit here in the last three months. And I just fuckin love writing for the people to read.
So thanks to the Coast for printing my rambling dribble. Thanks to you, the readers -I promise, the best is yet to come- for reading and voicing back your opinions. Good writing should stir up conversation and debate! Thanks to my friend for giving me the kind of compliment that makes you say to yourself, "Yeah. I might be able to do this!" ..... And thanks to Truro. You raised me pretty good, and I may shit on you once in a while... but in alls fair,.. you shit on me a little over the years too, love! I'm only getting started!!
(maybe the Coast could use a madman writer?) —maybe not !!??