Author: lifeafterdoorkicking
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The sun hasn’t set.
Just wanted to put a little note out. Let people know I’m doing well. My recovery from my recent accident has been amazing. For those of you who were unaware, I recently mangled the 3 vertebrae at the top of my back. I underwent a spinal fusion. After a few weeks I went from the…
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Levels
Levels is a new online fashion store catering to a culture that has grown from the inner cities to dominate fashion all over the world. Full disclosure I’ve known one of the owners of levels613 for several years. We have discussed some shared business ideas but never actually pursued anything together. They recently ran a…
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Stay busy my friends.
Idle minds are breeding grounds for misery. It’s best not to overthink this. Life is for the most part blunt and straightforward. Sometimes we’re searching for meaning that just isn’t there. We start to attribute things that are irrelevant memory fails and the subconscious fills the holes. Other times the subtext is all there reeking…
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What am I here for
As I lay in this hospital bed, having survived another experience that could have been my last, I teeter back and forth between a few feelings. On the one hand I am extremely grateful. I managed to survive a broken spine. Sounds crazy to me as I write it. I broke my spine and walked…
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Freefalling
Freeeeeeeeeee freefalling. Feeling scary good. Sometimes I just have to walk away. I’m not the biggest or baddest guy, but I can have a bit of a temper. I have lost a fight or two or three. Didn’t preclude four or five or six. Over the years, I have realized there comes a point in…
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Top 5 things I miss about the army.
Not gonna be too worried about structure with this one. Not that I ever am but here we go. #5 Starting off with something you won’t hear to often, the pay. It’s a little ironic, because I started writing this after coming across a note I had wrote while in the Army. Reasons I won’t…
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Never be cool like we used to be
When I was 17, I was a badass infantryman, anxious to do what I was trained to do. To close with and destroy the enemy. To kick ass, take names, and notch belts. Now I’m 32 and I shovel poo. Door kicking isn’t just a title. It was my way of life. It’s what pulled…
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Walking amongst heroes.
Cheers to the dead. They’re the only ones whose war is truly over. A big part of my reservation about making these blog posts is I want to be candid, but I don’t want to dishonor my comrades or their memories. Exposing my wounds is my decision. I can live with whatever consequences may come.…
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Losing touch.
I am a pretty guarded person. It’s easy for me to keep everyone at arms reach. I’m not sure why. Maybe I am. I don’t think I mean to do it. Maybe forgetting people is easier than missing them. Every now and then I realize how out of touch I am with everybody. So I…
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I’m not bitter
Some people might think I regret my time in the Army. Truth is, I don’t. I volunteered, reenlisted, and if my body held up, I’d still be in. I even loved the deployments—the rush, the purpose, the brotherhood. But I didn’t join to serve a noble cause. I joined to escape. I’d like to say…
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Life after door kicking. 