mike.moritorium

I think it goes without saying to remember Jerry Garcia today but in the mean time i was sitting here thinking about life before and think beyond. Some nights i really miss being on the road and the days remind me that I dont. The last few days here I'v ereally been thinking about it. Unfortunately i have songs stuck in my head that just drag out the past and make me relive the days that i loved. On top of that, I'm thinking about the future with my daughter Taylor and of the stories i get to tell. lol. Anyone out there with a child ever think about starting to tell your child about your life from the beginning? Granted, I've lived a life more interesting than most. So I was thinking about starting from what I remember and can put together. I don't think my life got interesting until i hit the road. I'd be the first to tell you i love it, I miss it and i hate it, in the same sentence. I spent 7 years in hell that intertwined with heaven. If any driver ever runs upon this drop me a line and I'll buy you a beer when you're having to pull to the east coast; I know what you go through. I pulled dry van with Schneider, pulled reefer from my beloved California and Washington, pulled chickens into Brooklyn, pulled Werner ladders to bay area home depot's. I've been to all 48 and about all provinces of Canada. When someone says chain up, I drug out the real iron, not the rubber bands. I've spent more days getting drunk in Laredo than I would like to admit. I've gotten so shitfaced in Nogales that even my crazy friend mike smith thought i was losing it. On top of all this, I really miss the live that I used to have with my friends. Should something ever go wrong with my career as a systems admin, i would go back into driving. Preferably for Copp trucking out of Kansas city ( Copp you listening? make me an offer!!) I would go back into hauling chickens as well. To tell you the truth, i got alot of respect hauling chickens. No one fucked with you. Don't fuck with with guy who hasn't seen a bed in 4 days. ever. Chickens paid really well though. And I was home every day, albeit 4 hours a day; I was still home. So to start the record for Taylor and that I can begin to remember what a long strange trip it's been. My driver trainer was named Gary Andrews who hailed from Tennessee.In 2 weeks of driver training, i got to take my second week off. Gary said, you've drove before, theres something about the way you whip the truck around. I said, well let me tell you a story. Taylor, you're going to meet my cousin Keith. Prepare yourself. You'll need it.