Ground Hog day

I think at a point in everyone's life two things happen; first you watch a kick ass Bill Murray film (class actor btw, I would pay big money to chill with him and Chevy Chase for a night) and second you relate your life to that film.  Tonight is a big night for me, I'm driving to Punxsutawny, PA!  I'm going to kidnap, scratch that, watch the emergence of a ground hog;  peaking his little dented ground hog head out of a hole we will lock eyes (passionately at first) and pass intimate knowledge of our past travels and tribulations.  After which the mayor of the town will pick up my new furry faced friend (or fiend, it remains to be seen) and have a private secretive discussion.  I will await in trepidation, thinking the entire time that the little shit of a ground hog is whispering secrets it learned by locking eyes with mine...to the mayor and the world.  We'll see if he squeaks tomorrow, his life just may lay in the result.

The trip itself should be chill, I'm driving up through PA not in a rush at all for once.  I love things like this, I honestly want to plot a trip across the states in search of the most eccentric and odd things I can find (i.e. The worlds biggest balls.....of twine).  I mean who the hell knows if I'll ever move back to this selfish egotistical land but if I do, that would make a for a kick ass trip!  I remember as a kid navigating across country for my Dad, I was always the "map holder" kind of like the "key master" or the "gate keeper" (another Bill M. reference)....see Punxsutawney Phil, this trip is fate.  I don't remember a lot from before the age of 18 but I do remember being constantly on the move.

Pikey Bastards!; apparently lovingly, my parents have passed on the pikey (aka gypsy for you non-English folk) spirit in me.  Before becoming a legal adult (18 years)I lived in around 18 different places in the United States, divorced they both keep on the go throughout my childhood and I inherited being the "map holder" for each set of parents.  A stable little smart ass, who was smart enough to read a map, direct travel, estimate gas mileage and stops, and most importantly provide bad jokes to keep the driver awake...so yeah I was a little smart aleck early on.  Though most trips are a blur I remember knowing where we were going, how long it'd take, and having full control and trust of the driver.  If I was drunk at this point I would probably offer some insightful psychological reference or lesson, but I have to keep my sober wits about me...I'm driving soon.

After starting this last night, like most (think) have comitted myself to this blog thing.  I don't know if I understand it yet, perhaps its just an egotistical way to express my life by the coolest person ever (ME!)....or it really is because people have been asking me to do this for years.  Either way, now I'll be able to look back and remember the times like the one night I met someone in the train station while in Germany and with-in 5 minutes they were constructing a voo doo doll of me.  Come to think of it that same night I had visited my first Red light (didn't pay for sex...or have it at the red light), got tipped off about a cool small town party, met my first Stalker (Dorena, I think her name was) who feel in love, and had sex in a barn....20 minutres before taking a taxi ride to the train station, meeting Mr. Voo Doo.

Tomorrow we'll see if P-donka donk Phil remains alive.