1. Memories of a Child Weirdo

Buster Keaton was my hero as a kid and he still is! Charlie Chaplin was too, yet for very different reasons. I come from a half “black sheep” theater family and half angry pushy abusive bunch. Mostly Irish and Scottish although I grew up with people from a lot of different places. I was half deaf from getting hit in the head by my father’s father, and he was as well from the same. My dad and mom were good people, although other people in the family Decided it best that I was separated from them at times. Of course the ones who had problems with my parents were the most abusive. Let’s just say that the HRS had a lot of meetings at my house as a kid!

I was a lot more like my grand mother, who was a singer, actress and magickal lady indeed. I loved every moment I go with her. We used to dress up and out on plays in the house, go dancing in the yard and be wild Irish weirdos together.

I was thrown around the family a great deal because I spoke my mind as a child. I was made fun of something terribly in some of the schools I went to because I chose to dress like a silent movie comic/1920s doll/the punky weirdo goofball that I was. Not mention the fact that I was half deaf, and had speech problems so I would often imitate old movie actors, Cartoons and the Muppets to get past it all. I’ve often said if you can’t laugh at yourself then what the hell can you laugh at… Well I’m sure there’s actually a lot to laugh at. We are quite ridiculous as a human race. I wanted to be just like Buster up. I even did a little silent movies, clowning, weird stunts, acrobats and trapeze and all that stuff— Not to mention throwing tarps onto trees and making obstacle courses and crazy things to do in my yard, like jump off the roof into the pool or onto all kinds of padded things. I even tried being a stunt person for a while, And would do things in dolly little movies, like jumping from car to car and shit like that. Mainly because I was pretty much fearless Punk ass, just nuts enough to get in there and climb the shit out of shit. In a lot of ways I would much rather have spent time with the old-timers in my family, my grandmother great grandmother and uncle the so-called black sheep. I also would’ve much rather spent time studying old movies, silent actors and comics, painters and dada artists, then spend time with some of the angry jerks who thought they knew best In my family.

I was beaten up a lot of kid, by my angry grand father and so called friends of the family who were supposed to be watching me, while my parents dealt with hard times. I ran away from home a great deal as a result. I threw myself into my art to deal with it. I studied and learned with a couple of people. Well, a stupid car accident is what really threw me off from certain things, now that I have neurological damage, but I’m NOT GIVING UP! I STILL try dumb things to this day😆! Hell, sometimes I just clown around on the streets! Although now I can’t pop wheelies on my bike, but that's mainly because it's a fold up bike and it can collapse the whole thing. I thought about how redonk that was the other day—like my main complaint about this bike is that I can't pop wheelies on it?!? What am I a 14-year-old boy? The answer to that is yes pretty much YES! (OK maybe 15) But the point is, I’m not gonna stop living this existence in my own way!

Some days you feel like giving up but we are here to live this life, and to bask in it. As a run away I met some people who did some things they really shouldn’t do with kids. The PTSD is here still. Yet I’m proud of where I am! Be a helping Rebel. When you feel like giving up KNOW that we are here to live and help others get through it all. If you were a rebellious kid, or someone who went through the mill in any kind of way in life, I want you to know that I’m here to listen to your story. I’m here to help you get through it through expression and to find and art in at all. The arts are here for us! But most of all we are here for each other!

What did I learn from Buster??? I think learned that you take a whipping, you take a tumble, you take the broken bones and you keep on going even if you feel small in it all. I also learned that you can innovate and be heard even as a small person. And that when people think you’re a little and they wanna mess with you they have no idea the guns that you’re hiding under those sleeves so watch the fuck out! Because I know karate and if you mess with me or my friends in a dark alley way I will flip you like a damn pancake while it’s still wet! Splat!

What else did I learn from Buster??? Stay tuned to this blog to find out. some of the topics I will be writing about on this blog are how are use creativity, beauty memories ideas and all I got to try to make it through these trying times. Some of it will be sad some of it will be happy and some of it will be well all the in between’s. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this life when you’re not at the bottom and you’re not at the top you’re definitely here on this beautiful earth to utilize both! That year and yang, that black and white, well it is a true beauty that feels almost limitless and it’s capacity to see from all angles.

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