Wednesday, July 29, 2009

My First Blog

So as i sit here staring at this bright LCD screen and listening to the constant chomping noise of Olivia gnawing on her bone I wonder what to blog about. My eyes wander to the top of the screen where they see my ridiculous title, "The Life of a Real RocknRolla." Sure Rock n Rolla happens to be one of my favorite movies, but its a lot more than a Guy Ritchie film. A real rock n rolla is more than just a man in a band, or a kid who can sing, or a guy who can squeeze his legs into a history of bizarre pants. Cause you see a real rock n rolla wants the whole lot. A real rock n rolla knows his age and lives that age. But by living such a fast pass life you tend to forget the little things. My life in the last 6 years has been for a lack of better words...bananas. Its been so wild that as I look back on it at 24, only a few things pop into mind. San Diego 2007, Chicago 2009, Heron Lake 2009. But its the people I'm with and the places we've lived that help me to remember. Robs apartment, the Sam, Rex and Jesse show, Pat's whore house, Feline Estates, Ventana Ranch and now, Sam and Dave take old town for a spin. I guess what I'm really trying to get at is that by blogging I give myself good documentation of my life. A life that is that of a Real RocknRolla.

Hope you all enjoy my blogs. I'm going to shoot for one a week. If I am important enough for you to be read this, then I know you hold a special place in my heart.

Sam Blankenship

1 comment:

  1. Hey my man...just want to role and say amen to what you wrote...it is so true that we just have to live and worry more about the good times then the bad...We only have one live...and you of all people taught me a little more about that you are a great man and if you know it or not have a had a pretty positive influence on me in creating another free spirit...we have had some good times Sammy B and some great talks and really hope there is more to come...keep writing and i will keep reading...Pat Mother Fucking Palzer

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