About

Welcome to an unapologetic, unfiltered look at life through my eyes
This Blog was originally named Superman Can’t find a phone booth. The name has a history. Through various phases of my life, I have been dubbed the moniker “Superman” in good and bad contexts alike. I have always tried to save the day. I was always able to stay up late, get up early, and get through the day. But the most recent incarnation was when my wife, frustrated at my failure to stay at home, feel sick, and dwell on my illness, chastised me for my stubbornness and said “Ok Superman! Do what you want, you’re bulletproof I guess!” It wasn’t her fault, I was being stubborn. Not feeling sick is the key to feeling healthy. As I continued to deal with chronic illness, I continued to look at the bright side. All so that I can tell my story. The I got healthy. A second Kidney Transplant did the trick in 2021. So I changed my Blog title to Superman FOUND his phone booth. I began to tell my story from a different perspective. The healthy me. In body at least. Now, I am embarking on getting the whole me healthy. I’m going to focus on ways in which I have, can, and will improve my mental well-being and ultimately my happiness. A little about me:
  • I am constantly in search of the meaning of life. Quality in particular.
  • I suck at relationships. Either I love too much or I’m just a fucked-up idiot. The jury remains out on that one.
  • I have possible brain damage from watching the news and slapping my forehead.
  • I will never, ever put fruit in my beer.
  • I have a large family, an ex-wife and 4 awesome grown-up children.
  • I care more about who I inspire and less about who I offend
  • I have a warped and poorly controlled sense of humor but for some reason, people find my outlook “refreshing”.
  • I am a broke philanthropist.
  • I am fair and balanced. I may appear to be picking a fight but I just like to open a dialogue.
  • I am obsessed with my legacy.
  • I love saying hi to people, it visibly throws most people off.
  • I will tell you that I don’t give a fuck. But I do. Too many fucks if anything.
  • I’m fairly educated but I swear a lot. I would like to believe the theory that states that intelligent people swear more. If it’s not true then I’m just a foul-mouthed jackass.
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