30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 4 – 1

What are your top 3 pet peeves:

1) Back before Refrigerated technological advances, people that would not refill ice cube trays and then put them back in the freezer with one cube left in it, would drive me to hysteria.

Literally, pushed me over the edge into madness.


It’s cold in hell…..

My family was so scared of someone else doing it and me finding it and punishing them all as a joint collective, they would routinely check the freezer to be sure that no one had sinned.

I timed it once, in front of them, after they had all been gathered into the kitchen for my tirade and demonstration, proving that it is possible to refill an ice tray without dying during the process.

It took 11 seconds at normal pace.
5, at hyper-speed….

3, under duress….

I also stressed to them that 11 seconds is a lot shorter than the inevitable repercussions of being degraded and reassured that the offender is a lazy piece of shit and should die asap!

2) People that throw a piece of trash at the receptacle, misses the toss, and leaves the garbage where it lands.

I will fucking kill you if you do that in my house….

I think the above pronouncement, on a world renowned, international blog, can be held against me in a court of law.

But, I don’t care.

If you miss the trash can, pick it up…..

Or you will fucking die.

3) Inconsiderate Drivers:

I can’t make an official statement about this.


Let’s just say that I fantasize about vehicular homicide and mayhem.

Let’s just say that I have a problem with road rage and I drive a semi-truck for a living.

Let’s just say I’ve shot more birds than Duck Dynasty and given more fingers than an elderly proctologist….

One day, I will kill them all.

There, I finally said it.

I feel much better now.

Oh, I almost forgot….


I didn't mean it....

30 Day Writing Challenge; Day 2

I accept this 30 day Writing Challenge from Klnikolovas’ Blog because I get where Klnikolova is coming from….and it sounds like fun.

This is Day 2.

“Write something that someone told you about yourself that you never forgot”Trey Header

Good lord, where do I start, where CAN I start?

From the beginning, from the first time my mother scolded me or praised me?

Do I remember “You’re such a good boy” or “You’re such a bad boy”; which one is so deep that it’s in my bones and I believe it, no, I KNOW it without KNOWING it?

Do I recall all of the bad things or good things?

Do the bad things leave a bigger mark on my soul than the good things?

I am made of pieces of opinions by flawed, imperfect people

I am a castle built on sand, made from blocks of comments and observations by people that had the responsibility to build me up, tall and impenetrable; people that should have created me as a fortress that was beautiful to look upon and had a light that shone bright as the sun, for all to see…

I should have been a beacon….

But, I believe that I am only a quaint hostel; built to stand in a dark forest that is filled with ghosts, skeletons and shadows.

But, do not weep. The sun does shine through the leaves occasionally and I have a small garden that often blooms beautifully according to the amount of complimentary light that reaches it.

“Write something that someone told you about yourself that you never forgot”

I think it’s the things I can’t remember that define me; that is my bedrock.

The foundation on which I depend upon is not of my own making.

Others have shaped it, I have only built it.

images“Write something that someone told you about yourself that you never forgot”

I cannot pin-point one thing, in particular.

I am what they say I am; how can I be different?

A perception as to some; I am created and categorized by what others have told me, in love and anger, by careful consideration, knee-jerk reactions, first impressions and “Hey have you heard so and so and this and that, about him?”

“I’m gonna tell him a thing or two” is quantified according to the conceptions of themselves and also sit upon foundations others have built for them.

“I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind” is a two-edged sword. It’s all in how they swing it….defense or attack.

I am part of a vicious circle that stems from our first parents; the ignorant couple from Eden…..

They too, had no idea of the consequences that their words would affect their children, and their children’s, children’s, children….until it got to me.

We….all of us….are affected by those words; words that we have forgotten, but not forgotten…..

And he said; “Who told thee that thou wast naked? Hast thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat?”

They point and say….”He told us”download (4)

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One man says “You are beautiful, you are smart; you are awesome”

The second man says “What!? He’s nuts, you’re the ugliest, stupidest person I’ve ever known!”


Can you see what I’m saying?

Who would you believe?

Do not lie…

We believe haters before we believe lovers.

It is easier to tear down than to build.

Who DO I believe?

Who SHOULD I believe?

Believe in myself?

I don’t know me that well…..

“Write something that someone told you about yourself that you never forgot”


A fence in my mind that was built early, high and sharp…..cropped-cropped-10177421_865697956780084_2641514896274692354_n.jpg

“You can’t do that”

But, they lied……

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