Who Is This Guy, Drifter0658?
Because I Love Vikings, Zep, and Satire....
Does This Really Have To Be About Me?
Yes. At least that's the angle I'm taking on my first Hub. I mean, I coulda jumped right in and started hawking leathers or writing services, but I figured instead of waiting fifteen lenses...er...Hubs, I would go ahead and spill all the warm and gooey stuff now. Besides, the way I see it I'll have plenty of time sneak a few biker leather and freelance writing hubs past you guys. I'm kinda like a ninja that way.
You guys really don't want to know what I'm doing here, as much as you'd like to know how I got here, right? Oh, when I say here, do I mean at HubPages or the fifty-one years of here?
How about I give you a little bit of both?
Coming Of Age (Nah, Just Some Filler)
My childhood was fairly typical of all childhoods that ran the span of the 1960's. Nothing really out of the norm, I mean we all had the joy of learning about fallout shelters because a nuclear attack could happen at any moment, right? Healthy environment for children, to say the least.
(Omitted: fond memories of learning to drive at ten years old because of an alcoholic father, losing my best friend in a gang war, fearing for my life every day I walked home from my last year of elementary school, the on the edge of puberty discovery of National Geographic Magazines and Sears Catalogs, the awkward first kiss, being the newest kid in an old school system......ahhhhh.... those WERE the days.)
Somewhere between high school and my first ex, two children and nearly thirty years of working in small machine shops, I spent a small amount of time at Wright State University. My short tenure at the school may seem ordinarily insignificant to most, but it is here where I discovered that I have a natural penchant for taking what should be a standard direction and skewing it into some twisted point of view.
That short six months is where I learned to embrace my single greatest asset.
- I collect head scars like some folks collect stamps and coins
- I have an uneven number of dimples when I smile
- I once sent a drunken groom to be to Indianapolis on a Greyhound bus with nothing but a quarter in his pocket
- I once got a call from a pissed off and hungover groom to be from a bus station in Indianapolis
- I hate coconut
- I always involve strangers
What Is There To Embrace?
Most everyone who has been to college was party yo the Freshman Library Orientation. Remember learning all about the tools at our disposal and how to use them, and the ensuing paper on how to use those tools?
My English prof wanted a paper written based on library research that explored some news event that happened on the day we were born. That assignment was the beginning of a long and hard struggle between that prof and myself. She always wanted the easy and non-controversial, and I always want to resist her. My answer to the first assignment wasn't controversial, but it was skewed enough to give me an insight to that woman. She just didn't want anything but toast.
On the day I was born, the first nuclear powered submarine to ever pass under the North Pole, did so. But there was another news story that I found way more interesting. On that day, way back in 1958, a gentleman was fined $25,000 for selling documents to Soviet spies. The amount was the exact amount he made from the transactions. But wait, I hear say. Wasn't that treason?
In a nutshell; sort of. The documents the man sold were flyers that every post office in the country has on its counter. Documents for public distribution. The man shoved those public documents into plain brown envelopes several times and sold them to his Soviet contacts.
I just had to write about that, and the prof just had to bitch about it. The other news story was more spectacular she said. The other news story had a bigger impact, she said.
Not on me.
What followed were papers written on such topics as how my family participated in the Great White Flight of 1972 and how I would have been much happier out on the Quad drinking nickel beer than sitting in some stuffy classroom.
Somehow, I escaped with an above average grade. I say somehow and escaped because it seemed that at every foot fall I had to argue the validity of my content. This feat amazed upperclassmen who told me the prof was exceptionally tough at it was seldom that anyone was awarded more than an average grade.
For thirty plus years I have held onto that experience and let it guide me through more than just writing. It is who I am. Sarcastic, sardonic, dark humored, yet a very empathetic soul who has compassion to a fault.
Shall We Keep Him?
Shall keep this guy named Drifter, or toss him to the curb?See results without voting
The next thirty years went something like this: a white picket fence, associates degree, most weeks worked fifty plus hours, two beautiful children, a ton of various steel and other material on various concrete floors, a substance abuse problem, and the feeling that after twenty years, someone discovered it wasn't my DNA at the crime scene (ten years later and that woman is still bitter).
I started an e-commerce site selling biker leather apparel nearly two years ago. I was working ten to twelve hours a day and would come home and work on the site with the plan to screw the man, but the man got a good shot in this past January when I was laid off.
Since then, the store is really starting to rock and I've picked up work doing what I love second most; writing. Riding first, writing second. I'm living the good life and don't even know it.
So, the two coolest things in life for me are what brings my sorry butt to HubPages and other article sites around the cyber world, and I hope you'll leave a spot near the hearth for me as I ramble through my time here.
If you do accept my company, a cup o' joe or a bottle of tequila would be awesome.