It's all about me  

HDHoggly 63M
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2/24/2006 6:56 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

It's all about me


It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're all alone all you do is think


I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, still I'm standing tall
I've seen a million faces an I've rocked them all

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

I am beginning this blog with the Bon Jovi song, Wanted Dead or Alive, to illustrate a path I can identify with from the past. The life the song describes reminds me of where I came from. Not that the law ever wanted me but instead a bike club. You see within the lifestyle I came from I lived under a threat of death for a period of about 9 years. I lived my life working and riding. My Harley and I, along with my riding partners, spent almost every weekend at some event or rally across Missouri, Kansas, Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, South Dakota, Oklahoma and Texas. I was a national leader in an international motorcycle organization. The group I rode with flew a patch that was not accepted by the other club, and they had sworn to take the patch off my back. Nights were spent camping. The days were spent riding in the sunshine, rain and even a couple times the snow. Life was filled with purpose, a love of freedom and acceptance by those I rode with. Others looked at us in fear; we had restaurants in a small town even close so they wouldn’t have to serve us. Trust is and was hard for me to give. People may have been shown respect but rarely gained trust. Among those I rode with there were those I wouldn’t trust my back to. And yet I led this band and kept them safe. They looked to me for guidance and instruction. I made sure there were places to eat and sleep. And remained the target for those who hunted me. Police checked us and our bikes out, sometimes escorting us through their towns to make sure we didn’t carry the women and children off.

I don’t wish to delve deeply into my past but instead bring it up to show from where I have come. In my last blogs I have given you a taste of who I am now. Have I reached a point in my life I can declare I have arrived? No! But I have and continually seek to improve who and what I am. My hope has changed from just surviving to one who can be a calm in the storm that may help to lead the few I trust to safety. Instead of the constant turmoil I lived in, I now find calmness in the solitude of those I love. To those who may read and love me I say thank you for your love and the acceptance you have shown me. It is through those relationships I find the strength I use to struggle to find within peace myself.
To you I say, Thanks!!!

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