Peer pressure...

I never wanted to do this. You could say I was pressured, almost forced into this life. It’s not by choice, but it seems to be the rage today. Everybody is “doing” it. I was never one to be part of the in-crowd. But now, I am one of you.

As of today…I am a blogger.

Let’s start off with what everyone on their blogs want to talk about, themselves. A little about me:

I’m originally from Detroit and wouldn’t change a damn thing about it.

Easy to get along with, except when playing Uno.

Used to think bananas gave you nightmares until I was seventeen. I blame my mother for this.

I suffer from too much middle class guilt.

I’m that guy that thought Kate Jackson was a far sexier angel than Farrah Faucet.

I prefer old Van Halen to new.

Han will always shoot first.

I miss Lucky.

I long for the simpler life, when the most important thing was making sure I had enough paper route money to see “The Empire Strikes Back” on both Sat. AND Sun. night than paying bills every month… though I love my home and it makes me fell all “Adult” inside! Let’s talk about escrows! Now THAT is an adult conversation!

All in all, I feel I’m pretty damn lucky, especially in the last five years. Man, has it been a crazy five years. Though I feel truly blessed with the people who have entered it.

But with all that luck and good fortune, I feel life wants to constantly challenge me with worse case scenario situations. You’ll read more of these fun loving yarns in the weeks to come.

Until then,

Den!