The Unauthorized Biography of Rosco P. Coltrane

When it's my moment in the sun, I won't forget that I am blessed, but every hero walks alone, thinking of more things to confess

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Location: Owensboro, Kentucky, United States


Saturday, February 26, 2005

Saturday the 26th, 18th day of Lent

I had breakfast at the Waffle House this morning. I love Waffle House. It always seems to be one of those places I stop at when I am on a road trip. Probably because there seems to be one on every single exit on any interstate. I also like it because the grill is right there, there always seems to be someone nice working, and they will make anything you want for breakfast. I know a lot of people like Cracker Barrel too when traveling, and I do too. But Waffle House is quick, and that's they way I like to eat. My parents like to eat, sit and drink another cup of coffee. Not me. I want to eat and leave.

Friday, February 25, 2005

Friday the 25th, 17th day of Lent

I have been watching The Right Stuff tonight. Back when I was a kid, the space program was still really really cool. I don't think that kids feel the same way that I did when I was a kid about space travel. I guess they have more things to distract them. But when I was a kid, it was still very much relevant to life. I guess it makes sense because I was born only 8 years after we landed on the moon. And I was in third grade when the Challenger exploded, so it was always in our minds. It all had such wonderment. But now it has been 35 years since we landed on the moon. In our current culture in which technology advances so fast, 35 years ago is a long time ago. I once heard that your modern scientific calculator has the same amount of memory as the computers that put a man on the moon. I don't know if that is true, but with the technological advances that we seem to make every day seem to suggest that it is true.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Thursday the 24th, 16th day of Lent

I have been thinking about moving into a house with a friend of mine. Lately I have not enjoyed living by myself in my little 1 bedroom apartment. Sure it's quiet. But it isn't very practical financially. It's also just not as much fun. Just being in my little box and trying to find a parking spot on Thursday nights when everyone is shacking up.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Wednesday the 23rd, 15th day of Lent

One thing my father did tell me last night was that my mom is going in to get a cat scan done tomorrow. It seems that she has been getting headaches lately. It scares me. I love my mom very much and I don't want to see her in pain or sick. So I am worried. Most people don't think I worry very much. But I do. I just don't seem to show it a lot.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Tueday the 22nd, 14th day of Lent

Today was rough. It was a long day. There was a big problem that no one seemed to be able to figure out. I was supposed to leave it, but I was told to stay by someone that had no authority to tell me to stay. But I stayed and I figured out the problem and corrected it. It was something kind of dumb, and everyone told me they didn't think it could be done. But I did it. And on the way home, after a long and tiring day, I called my dad because he is one of the few people in the world that understand what it's like to have a real problem and beat it. It's hard to explain. But it is a satisfying feeling, going home after accomplishing something during the day. A lot of people don't know what that feels like.

Monday, February 21, 2005

Monday the 21st, 13th day of Lent

My feeling of sadness continued today. And I called her. Which was a stupid thing to do. But I wanted to hear her voice for some reason. She always seemed to make me feel better. We would talk on the phone for hours, late at night. Even though we were miles away at the time, and I had to work the next day and she had class. We still talked through the night. I now realize that I loved her, a lot. And I think she loved me too. Or at least I hope she did. Because no one really wants waste love on someone who doesn't reciprocate that love.

It was a stupid thing to do. I know it. And I ought to just erase her number from my cell phone, but I don't. And as much as I want to say I don't know why I don't erase her number, I know why. And that's what makes me feel bad.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Sunday the 20th, 12th day of Lent

My state of being is still pretty depressed this weekend. It's beautiful outside, but I just feel like crap. Hopefully the feelings will pass here pretty soon. There is a Better Than Ezra song that keeps going through my head this weekend. It's called "Live Again." The first lines go as follows:


And I just know exactly how that feels...By the way, if you don't own any Better Than Ezra albums, I highly suggest that you go out and buy one. They are all great. My favorite, the one I always come back to, is How Does Your Garden Grow.