Happy New Year!

What’s that? I’m late to the party? Sorry to disappoint. 

For my regular reader (because I’m absolutely, positively 100% sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that there maybe just might be at least one) but then again, who knows and nor do I care because you should be living your own life and not hanging around with baited breath to see how I live mine. I hope that you had a happy new year. 

I had meant to write some prose about how this is somehow a special time of year with some really, really, really, really, really very deep message but apparently I’ve come up a little dry on that one. 

Perhaps all I can say on the passing of 2015 is that we made it through yet another one and we’re still here so maybe that’s something to be thankful for. While calendar year 2015 wasn’t all bad and there were some positive things that happened, the few of those we’re definitely overshadowed by the bad things and we’re just glad that 2015 is now behind us because of the basic belief that all bad things must end and all bad things must die.

Let’s take a moment of silence to honor those we lost in 2015…

No I’m not talking about that guy because let’s face it, he was old and death is just a part of life nor am I talking about her because while we thought she was great, for the life of me I can’t remember a single thing she ever did. 

I think the greatest loss we endured last year has to do with four men who dared to do things differently, four men who did it on their own terms, four men that didn’t take any shit from anyone, four men that banded together and shouted at the devil himself. Of course I’m talking about Nikki, Tommy, Mick and Vince; collectively and more commonly known as:  
Motley Crue (1981-2015)

They will be missed although none of them really went anywhere. Maybe we shouldn’t take a moment of silence to mourn our loss after all, because silence was probably the only thing they didn’t do well. Instead, as we take the time to reflect on all of the debauchary that was the Crue, let’s crank it up until it’s Louder than Hell because you were the Toast of the Town and the voice of Generation Swine of which yours’ truly is a proud member of. 

We salute you guys because you were the First Band on the Moon and you welcomed us to Planet Boom. You taught us valuable lessons:

Always Keep Your Eye on the Money, but do the Rattlesnake Shake, because it’s always good to get Sumthin for Nothing. Life may be Misunderstood but treat it like a Hooligan’s Holiday and don’t ever be Enslaved…not to anyone. Sometimes in life we are Too Young to Fall in Love but we can’t help it because She’s got the Looks that Kill and when it doesn’t work out you’ve just got to Primal Scream and shout but then take the Bitter Pill but you really haven’t lived until you’ve taken a ride on the Wild Side. Sometimes those Girls, Girls, Girls are All I Need to Take Me to the Top because sometimes it’s just the Animal in Me and I’m not Just Another Psycho because it was you that taught us about life and how it’s just a Rodeo and sometimes it’s just the Same ol Situation because Chicks = Trouble. 

So the White Trash Circus has come to an end but I, personally, will never water myself down and be Fake even though they continue to Treat Me Like a Dog. No, not me…if I’m going out, then I’m Going out Swinging.

To Nikki, Tommy, Mick and Vince, I’m not sure if your body of work touched anyone else as much as you’ve touched my ass, although you haven’t but it’s an open invitation in a non sexual way…unless of course you have a special place in your hearts for trannies, but then again, I hope you don’t and even if you did, I don’t do dudes, so I hope you’ll just accept my gratitude and my thanks from the bottom of my heart, of which you Kickstarted back before 1989. 

Over 25 years have now passed and their song Time for Change is just as relevant now as it was back then. It’s one of those deep tracks that only a fan would know. Hootie (Darius Rucker) did a great rendition of it on their tribute album by the Nashville Outlaws by the way.

Let’s take a moment to mourn the loss of the Crue. I hope all of them enjoy their retirement, but then again I’m sure retirement to them just means it’s time to go out on top and then find something new to do. Only they know what the future holds for them. Ever at the forefront but always under appreciated, Motley Crue stood for the pinnacle of life…who really gives a fuck if the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame closed their doors on them long ago. As far as I’m concerned, you guys don’t need to worry about a thing. You came, you rocked and we all owe you our thanks.

I’m not an insider and I have no idea what their future plans are but I do know that Vince Neil is coming this way in about a week and a half. His solo career has never really taken off because he will always be best known as being the one true voice of Motley Crue but that doesn’t matter and I’m looking forward to checking out his show soon despite the fact that my cousin thinks he’s a real asshole. As far as I’m concerned, he can be an asshole all he wants because he’s a rock star and he’s earned that right. I hope it’s a good show and I’ll report on it afterwards.

To Tommy Lee, it was a bummer that the Crucifly failed on you during your last show…I guess that’s apropos as the drum roller coaster couldn’t have picked a better time to stop working. We have no  idea of what your future plans are but but beyond playing percussion, you are a brilliant entertainer who went far beyond simply banging on the drums. No one else has done what you have and that saying a lot for the guy who usually sits in the back providing the beat…you always brought the beat out into the crowd and made your fans feel part of the show and that’s why we love you. I wish you well in all of your future endeavors.

To Mick Mars: thank you for giving us some of the most well know riffs in the history of rock. For what it’s worth, I hope you are remembered as the greatest rock guitarist of all time. To get up and play night after night and in the pain you have endured is a real testament to the human spirit. I don’t want to equate ankylosing spondylitis to common back pain but I experienced the latter and it debilitated me so bad that I missed the show in Chicago last August. 

Lastly, to Nikki Sixx, we hope that you don’t get too set in retirement though we doubt you will. When one door closes, another opens and we’re all looking forward to new music from Sixx:A.M. You, James Michael and DJ Ashba are really on to something great and your show at the Vic back in April 2015 was one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to.  You’ve said that there’s not one but two albums coming out this year…we’re all looking forward to them.

Life changes in an instant and tomorrow isn’t guaranteed so live it today and make the most of it. At it’s essence, isn’t that what Motley Crue stood for. I think that was the general message…after all, they were the ones that asked:
If I Die Tomorrow…have I said all I can say?

I think I’ve said all I can say right about now and I’m going to wrap up this Sick Love Song because I’ve got to grab a few winks and be someplace at Sixx AM 
In remembrance, R.I.P. Motley Crue 

Don’t cry, just stand up and

Raise Your Hands to Rock!!!

Your Faithful Reporter Signing Off,

CyndiLou 

One more thing: you guys have my vote for 2015 but in 2016, it’s my time and I’m going for the title you inspired me to achieve this year:

Motherfucker of the Year

I girl walked into a bar…

  
Stop me if you’ve heard that one before but I doubt that you have, so here goes. 

Today was a pretty good day so far. It was a long week of work and I pulled one 48 hour period of it with only a couple hours sleep. My weekend began at 7:30 pm Friday night much like everyone else’s except for the fact that my weekend started crashed out from exhaustion alone in my bed. I didn’t wake up until 9:30 Saturday morning.

I guess I must have needed the sleep??? Although 14 hours is kind of excessive, it really wasn’t enough. After being up for a couple hours, having some breakfast, reading the newspaper, surfing the net, and watching some tv, I wound up back upstairs thinking about getting ready for the day. That was a big mistake because when I got upstairs and saw that bed, it looked so inviting; tempting me. The phone hadn’t rung yet although I knew it probably would as is the nature of my business. I took the temptation. I laid back down for another round of recharging and the next thing I knew, it was late in the afternoon. No work today. 

Have you noticed that the world we live in today is so very different from the way it was just a few years ago? Today we live in a world in which we carry around little pocket computers with all the knowledge of human history at our fingertips available on demand and instantaneously. There has never been a better time to be alive than there is today. 

I’m a small business owner and I couldn’t operate without my iPhone. A few years ago, the manner in how I make money was impossible, but today it’s not and things are only getting better; or maybe not so much, but that is the world in which we live and we need to adapt or we will eventually perish. While many parts of the world aren’t as advanced as America, many more are but I doubt they’d be without America. Whether you love it or hate it, America drives the world economy.

The United States is an exception in the history of humanity and with being an exception also comes great responsibility. While we maintain the status of the premier superpower in the world, there are many other nations that are challenging us for that title. I, like most Americans, believe we are better but it’s coming time for us Americans to prove it. We can’t just keep running our mouths off and saying how we’re number one while continuing to ignore what is going on in the rest of the world. The people of the United States of America most commonly call ourselves Americans but we are not the only ones that can call ourselves that and I think we all need to keep that in perspective.

People from France call themselves French; people from China call themselves Chinese; people from Egypt call themselves Egyptian; people from Ireland call themselves Irish; people from Argentina call themselves Argentinian. Have you noticed a trend? All of those people come from a place that is easily recognizable on a map. 

But wait a minute, what about the Brits? People from the United Kingdom call themselves English, British, Scottish, Welsh and also Irish, that is if they live in Northern Ireland. Kind of starts getting confusing doesn’t it? How about people from Mexico? Well, they’re Mexicans (and if they’re having sex with each other than they’re fucking Mexicans, literally) That’s  a stupid joke but the point is, Mexicans come from America too, but then again, they don’t because Americans say so and we’re number one, so don’t even try and argue with that.

So what about the people from the United States of America? We’re located on a map pretty easily, aren’t we? I think we are but there’s plenty of evidence in the form of those interviews on the street where someone asks that question and whoever is answering can’t come up with the correct answer. I’m sure you’ve seen stuff like that too and are amazed at the ignorance of some of our citizens…and we laugh at the stupidity of it. Although we come from a place on the map, we have no national identity because our national identity is made up from a conglomeration of everyone else’s identity. 

Some of us just aren’t interested in facts and that is their right. Perhaps that is the way that the country is going and I wish those people well, but I, for one, refuse to live in ignorance and that is why I’ve made a choice to fight this uphill battle on my own and by my own terms. Currently, I’m just a small business owner and I’m trying to do my part to keep the American economy going.

I spend a lot of time on the roadways of our country. Just earlier today, I saw a documentary which showed a road that looked absolutely perfect and the way a road should be. I’d seen this one before because we like to rerun things in case we missed it the first time around. It’s part of history and was appropriately shown on the history channel. So I’ve seen the show before and I know how it turns out but it hit me; that’s the way our roads should have been built. Why don’t we build our nation’s infrastructure that way? 

I know exactly why we can’t and don’t. 

The answer to that question has very little to do with the fact that the roads that looked so modern and forward thinking were built 80 years ago in Germany and were part of one man’s vision of how he thought the world should be. Of course when we study history, which many of us don’t, we know that man was wrong about everything thing else that one can possibly be wrong about. We could choose to build roads correctly and that need very little maintenance, but if we did, how would we keep the road construction industry in business? 

The answer to that question is fairly simple; build roads right the first time then build more as needed. If we could just build the road correctly in the first place, that would negate the need to perpetuating the continual upkeep of what we have already. This would eventually make the flow of traffic seemless, minimizing the time it takes to go from one place to another and we could then divert another precious resource to the place in which it is needed most.

I’m pretty sure that we’re all familiar with the phrase:

Time is money

If you’re not familiar with that, I’m sorry that the educational system has failed you. The truth is that principle is not taught in any of our schools anymore. Money is something that we humans have made up in order to keep our world going. Money used to be backed by something but today it’s only backed by debt or the promise that through work, the money can be paid back. In our society, we worship money because it has become the great equalizer. Those who have the money make the rules. That is an undeniable fact. There was once something called the golden rule but that isn’t it anymore. Live your life and be happy but as you’re doing that, remember that being nice and doing unto others as you’d like to have done unto you is a thing of the past. That rule has been replaced by the new sentiment: he who has the gold makes the rules. Again, I’m just the messenger and don’t shoot the messenger.

While the interstates are in decent shape and provide an efficient way to get around, sometimes I like to take the backroads because they’re often times better…and cheaper because there ain’t no tolls on em. Just the other day I drove from Chicago to Madison utilizing the back roads and I made great time. I can do things like that because I have a great sense of direction but many can’t. For those that can’t, you’re stuck on the interstate, sometimes sitting still because of the constant construction where we’re fuedally trying to fix what should have been made right in the first place.

I’d like to send a special shout out to the Illinois Tollway Authority for doing their part to impede progress. Thanks ITA for your commitment to keeping the traffic pattern artificially slowed because we all know that tollbooths are the best way to keep traffic flowing that is if we take out the true function of a road and turn into a money making engine that we can use to raise funds for the most corrupt state in the union. ITA, you win the award for best fundraiser for the state of Illinois because you epitomize everything that is wrong with Illinois. You should have been gone in the early 1980s after the original project paid for itself but have managed to live on because you offer up absolutely no choice to get around Chicago without you. Kudos to you for your ability to misappropriate funds in an effort to shore up the finances of the state of Illinois and funnel them into the vain effort of continually paying people for their inconsequential and counterproductive  work that was done long ago and contributed nothing to the residents of Illinois. Illinois wouldn’t be where we are without you but that’s not saying much because Illinois would probably be in much worse shape financially if that were at all possible but once you’ve gotten that low, is there any real possibility that could happen? 

I travel the interstate system a lot. By traveling the Dwight D. Eisenhower Interstate System, I’ve learned a few things and here’s the Top 10:

1. The only thing you see on the interstate is interstate.
2. The interstate system has allowed certain communities to survive because they are stopping points along the way.
3. To get to the pulse of America, you have to get off of it and explore the local flavor 
4. The price of gasoline is higher along the interstate because the businesses know you’ll pay it without question.
5. It’s still the fastest surface way to get from point A to point B.
6. Railway is still the most economal way to transport goods and commodities and that’s why many of them run parallel to the interstate.
7. The interstate was built for all kinds of motor vehicles but tractor-trailer trucks rule out there because truckers drive the economy 
8. If the trucks stop rolling, so does the economy…let them truckers roll.
9. Don’t try and pick a fight with a semi because you will lose and that’s just physics.
10. People are friendlier when they’re farther away from huge cities…especially Chicago

I like to give Chicago a hard time because I have lived here a long time; in fact I was born here. Between the weather, the politics, the corruption, the mismanagement, and the stench…Yeah, there’s a lot of places here that smell worse than a toilet which is understandable because there are very few public bathrooms and everybody’s gotta go somewhere, so why not use the street. Because of these things, it’s of little wonder why the attitudes of the residents is nothing to write home about either. 

Mostly, I have disdain for this city because it constantly steals my time away from me. I’m not sure if Chicago can be fixed and doing that job is super low on my list of things to do because we have people in this city that are supposed to be making things better; and those people are very qualified for their jobs. Their main qualification isn’t where they went to school. Nope, the qualification comes from which family you were born to. Nepotism gives the city our best and brightest and we reward them handsomely for their ability to keep showing up to work for a long period of time with little or no motivation to actually work and make things better. 

There’s a lot more of America that can be fixed and I think we should start there and eventually the progress will trickle down to Chicago. A couple weeks ago, I was traveling through the South; I used to live down there and I kind of miss it. I think that I’m fixin to move back someday because inevitably, someday im going to die and I think it would be best to live out my last remaining years in someplace warm. Maybe before I do that I’ll head east, stop in Washington and stay there for four or eight years. I think that I could do some pretty great things there.

Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed to me our anyone for that matter and while I agree that it’s a good idea not to worry about what might happen to me tomorrow, sometimes we all have to think about it because tomorrow usually comes about rather quickly…just like clockwork.  Time is a precious commodity that shouldn’t be wasted. I don’t ever want to waste yours, and appreciate if you wouldn’t waste mine.

Thanks for reading, now I’ve got business to attend to, so I’ll catch up with you later.

This will not happen again. I believe in what I write and I write about things as I see them and do not write things here only to delete them a day later. Whatever is published here at transcyndence.com is written with a purpose and the act of deleting something that I spent any amount of time writing is counterproductive. 

I wrote an article a few days ago which dealt with human interpersonal relationships which by nature, change as time goes on. The subject of the article was and perhaps still is considered a friend. I had thought about trying to change that dynamic, but ultimately ruled against it as it was not in my best interests to try and now the subject just is… The article in question has now been retracted. This is the one time in that this will happen and I will not retract anything else ever again as that is not a practice that this blog was set up to do. 

As per a conversation I had late Monday night with someone who will remain nameless as that is the way they want it, and since that’s the way they want it, then that’s the way it shall be. While I did not print said person’s name, I’ll concede that the article in question was largely, but not entirely, about them as they are only one character in my life’s show. Life is kind of like a show, isn’t it? In the nature of show business, I’m just trying to put on the best show I can. Sometimes characters work and sometimes they don’t and when they don’t, well, you all know what happens. 

This blog was started with the idea of giving something from myself and attempting to offer up little nuggets of wisdom that you can take home with you, if you so choose, by the sharing my story and ideas. In the sharing of my story, I aim to offer my own unique perspective and it is written to bring awareness to issues and subjects in which very little information is often available. 

Sometimes odd thoughts, questions and queries will enter my mind; as someone who has always enjoyed problem solving, I do my best to make sense of it all. One of the many thoughts I’ve had over the years is the thought that I can’t be alone in all of this, can I? Maybe I am as I have had to live with several stigmas and conditions that all affect each other. For an abridged version of by biography, read the about page. There’s simply no way with all of the people in the world that I’m the only one that’s ever pondered such a question or thought about a subject, can there? 

The formula for this blog is quite simple although it’s not been clearly outlined before, I believe that it should be now:

• Tell a story based events as I see them
• Inject my opinion and emotion 
• Attempt to add some humor 
• Pull no punches 
• Transcend conventional thinking
• Go off on a tangent 
• Expound on a different idea
• Mix it all up
• Bring the idea full circle 
• Make a point that has value 

When this blog was originally started, that was the goal and it still is the goal to this day. This blog was started because I enjoy creative writing, believe that I have a talent for it and wanted a platform for all of the things I have to say; and it is a lot to say…haven’t you noticed? Plenty to say and not enough time to say it, have you ever had that problem? The key factor is time and time is a precious commodity. 

Some things that have been written here may be looked at as being unpopular and outside the realm of the consensus of the masses. Nearly everything in my life is far outside that consensus anyway, so it really does not phase me at all because while we all must share this world together, The world as I experience it is very different than nearly everyone else. For me, life is never as simple as black and white. Due to circumstances, many of which I had no control over, there are a lot of gray areas. I don’t think that life should always be filled with gray areas because often times we are all confronted with 2 options and when that happens, a decision must be made. When faced with making a decision, I contend that what is right is often not popular…being right is preferable, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

  
This piece of art has ghost-like qualities because the subject is as transparent as is humanly possible.

I, like all transsexual people, live in a world that doesn’t have a place for us because we do not fit nicely into one box or another.  Out of all of the things one can be, being transsexual is by far the most misunderstood. Often times, people like me work hard to keep a low profile and blend in with the the rest of society for their own safety. There have been many documented cases where trans people have been killed or left to die because they are different from the gender binary. I wish I could keep a low profile but my activist nature precludes me from doing so. 

I didn’t ask to be the way that I am but since there’s no possibility of changing that, all I can do is accept it and not let that aspect deter me from doing what I think I should be doing. What I feel that I should be doing is the same as what I think everyone should be doing and that is trying to make our world a better place then when we first found it. Life is all about making choices and your choice may and most likely does vary from mine. Some of us are content in wasting the finite time we have here. I don’t know about you, but I know that I have wasted time in the past (35 years to be exact) and I’m not doing that anymore. For me, it’s time to get to work and start speaking out. I won’t deny anyone their right to free speech and would appreciate if you wouldn’t try to deny mine.

Have you noticed that I am not using the term transgender as I describe myself? The 2 terms are not synonymous with one another despite what people may think. The term transgender did not come into the lexicon until about the mid 1970’s and even back then it was not widely used. As the years have gone on, transgender is now used as both as a way of describing anyone who feels that they are outside the gender binary and also for political reasons to push inclusivity and acceptance of a marginalized group. 

The term transgender is an all encompassing term that includes many different kinds of people that are not alike. Someone can claim to be transgender and not do a damn thing about it. Should we just have to accept that how said person identifies as absolute fact and they should have the same rights As someone who has gone trough medical and legal intervention in order to align their body with their mind and has spent time trying to conform to the roles of their targeted sex? I don’t think it works like that and I doubt that anyone who took the time to think about it would. Please bear in mind that this is a transsexual woman asking that question. If I can’t totally agree with the political movement that I’m a defacto part of, how the hell are you, an outsider supposed to make sense of it? The transgender “community” is anything but…it simply doesn’t exist.

It is not my intention to write this solely on the topic of transsexuality but the topic is a large part of my experience that affects everything that I do for the simple fact that I can’t hide it. Years ago I wanted to, but eventually realized that I couldn’t any longer. For the sake of argument of which I expect there to be, being transsexual is more like being of a particular race than it is anything else because it’s just an identifier of who we are. We are often lumped together with the LGB crowd but even they don’t accept us because they know that it’s not the same thing. Being transsexual has absolutely nothing to do with sexual orientation. It is at it’s essence, a fact that has been inherited from birth and most of all deals with identity. No matter how one chooses to view transsexual people, it is unlikely that you actually know someone like this, as those who are make up an extremely small percentage of the population. 

Is any of that fair? Of course it isn’t but neither is life. If life was supposed to be fair, it would be called fair and everyone would be equal but we’re are not all equal are we? One of my favorite literary quotes is listed below:

All animals are created equal but some animals are created more equal than others

George Orwell, Animal Farm

That quote does not make a whole lot of sense at first glance but if you read it carefully, it really does. Each and every one of us has our own unique traits and talents. Whether it’s an ability to play a sport, create music, intellectual capacity, physical attractiveness, ability to make money or something else entirely; despite what we’ve been taught, we are not all equal and that is the absolute truth. We are the sum of our experiences and no two one of us has the same experiences. To deny that is tantamount to living life in ignorance and denial. Contrary to popular belief, some of us are born with natural talents that are advantageous and when born with an advantage, shouldn’t you use it? I don’t think that being transsexual is an advantage in any way; in most cases it’s not…hey, I took a 25%  paycut to live my life authentically. For many others it means a life below the poverty line. While I might seem like an exception, it’s really only that way because I choose to work my ass of rather than roll over, take the easy way out and hope society will have mercy on me. 

I use the written word as my medium because when vocabulary is used correctly, it is the most concise way to convey a message…or so we would like to think. The process of writing is a lot more time consuming to produce content. In addition to that, it also takes time to read the content which is why most people these days don’t read newspapers, books or magazines anymore and to take that further, many people don’t even read anything; why should they? 

The world in which we share has become nothing more that short attention span theatre. There’s usually a video available but If we instead choose to read, it better be in 140 characters or less because that’s all we can absorb at any given time. That is ridiculous and I take great offense to that. 

It seems that every time I look around, I see Americans celebrating being number one. I’ve got some news for you, we’re not. Every other developed nation beats America at the things that matter most.

On a side note: I’m glad that the Cubs lost again because I hate the way that Chicago celebrates how they are number one because of a professional sports team. The only thing that Chicago is number one at is homocides and I don’t think that’s something to be proud of. Maybe Chicagoans can address why when it comes to finance, we are dead last and hanging on by a string trying to prevent total economic collapse by constantly taxing and feeing its residents. 

Evidence proves that far too many nations are excelling while Americans are happy to rest on their laurels. It’s time to change the way Americans think. I don’t know why I even bother to care but I do and then again I’m just a messenger by profession; don’t shoot the messenger. 
Much like life, this editorial started because of a girl, but who is the girl? When I first met her, there was a bond but through time, feelings developed. There could have been something, but after a reassessment, that something wound up to be baseless and here we are. 

It always starts with a girl, doesn’t it?

Now do you follow how things are done at transcyndence.com? 

Thanks for reading…I hope you have found some value.

Now go get your ass to work because we can’t do it without you. 

Today, my working mini vacation is coming to an end and the last few days have been some of the best days I’ve had in a long time. There’s just something about being out on the road and just going somewhere without a lot of pressure to get where you need to go. There was a deadline on this job and I made it exactly at the time  I was supposed to be in one particular place at one particular time. 

Mission Accomplished. 

The morning was pretty uneventful. I had wanted to go to a beach but time was not working on my side right then. I took a shower but later in the day, I kind of questioned that decision because I forgot how hot and humid it gets in Florida. Anyway, I had to repack my bag with all of my laundry and make space for my tennis shoes because later I was going to be flying and I wanted to wear my flats for that. Even though I wind up at the airport daily, I hadn’t flown in years and I know that you have to take your shoes off at the airport, so it’s just easier in flats; besides that, maybe the TSA would appreciate seeing my pretty pink painted toes.

I checked out of the hotel and got in the truck. I had to find Greg and Kathy’s where I was going which was about 15 miles away. In addition to that, I had to top off the tank  so I returned the truck full. All in all, gas cost me about $280 so I underestimated that cost by about $80…there’s really nothing I could do about that, so I’m not going to complain about it because there’s just no point. Last year I spent over $10,000 on gas; who does that? Apparently, I do.

As I’m filling up, this place was cranking island music which caused me to walk over and check it out. It was a really good spicy pulled pork sandwich 

Greg and Kathy were running a little behind, so I had to find a place to park nearby because I couldn’t get into their gated community without them. Bradenton and Lakewood Ranch is a really nice and I noticed a sign for one of the sales centers so I thought I’d check it out. There’s a long running joke with my mom and dad about the 3 of us moving to Florida like old people should. I went I there to grab some literature about the community and the costs involved building a house there.

This area is huge and has something for everyone at various price points. While I didn’t know it, the community that I stopped at was at the highest level and houses there start at $1.2 million; this does not surprise me one bit that I stumbled upon that one. I’m going to enjoy the look on my dads face when I give him the brochure.  I’ll tell you more about how the joke plays out later. 

Have I arrived at Phase 3 of Del Boca Vista? Pretty nice place, huh?

Greg hired 2 guys to help me unload the truck which is about 1 guy too many.  I told him all I needed was someone to help and we’d have the truck unloaded in less than an hour but the local moving company that he hired sent 2 guys so I didn’t argue at all. In fact, I just helped with some of the really small stuff, folded the moving pads and let them pretty much do all the rest. 

My job was just about over at this point. All I had to do was find a place to drop off the truck which was close to the airport. After making a call, I went into the bathroom to change clothes for the flight home. 

  
Not the biggest pool but I could deal with this. I’ll add it to my shopping list 

I followed Greg over to UHaul, dropped off the truck and then he drove me to the airport. Like I said, this is last call and the road trip is over. If any of you ever get the chance to drive across country, I highly recommend it. They don’t call it the freedom of the open road for nothing. Since I was driving a box truck, there was no rear view mirror because, well, it would be stupid to have one. 

Usually when driving, I have my GPS right under the rear view mirror and I check them constantly. On this trip those things weren’t present and while it was different, it was really nice too. On this drive I’ve reflected on how my life has progressed and while it’s had some bumps and bruises, all in all, my life is pretty damn good. 

  
My view from the bench at the smoking area where I wrote this. Flight doesn’t leave for a couple hours so my ass has been parked here

Over 1200 miles, several glasses of beer, several gallons of soda and a countless number of cigarettes later, we’ve hit the end of the road. I’m sure life is going to get back to my normally scheduled insanity soon and I’m looking forward to it. When you don’t have a rear view mirror, there’s nothing to look back at and maybe it’s best to leave it that way. It’s time to move forward. Maybe someday I’ll get back down this way again but if that happens it’s going to be a one way trip.

First off, Google maps doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing because I’m not sure how an 8 hour drive turned into an over ten hour drive. Seriously, how does that happen?  I’m not sure how that much of a discrepancy happened because the only time I was out of the truck was twice to fill up and five times at the rest stops. Hell, one of them was closed and I didn’t have to get out of the truck for that one, so you know I saved time there.

  
That’s not any of those 3 things in there. Always have an empty 44 ounce cup in the car for emergency circumstances…tip from a professional driver 

Today was a really long drive; I left at 9:30, thinking that traffic in Atlanta would have died down by then but I was wrong and Georgia 400 is not a NASCAR race. Somehow I made my way towards Macon and was on empty at Warner Robbins so that was fuel stop number one and gas was 1.869 a gallon in case you wanted to know. 

From there it’s a pretty straight shot clear down to Valdosta and the state line. There’s not really much going on in that part of Georgia. Sure there’s some historical site for Jimmy Carter, and lots of peanuts, pecans and billboards . Several of the billboards say “Strippers, Need We Say More?” No, they really don’t but I passed because I’m just not interested in seeing some poor girl who had to resort to dancing naked for a living. I’ve met enough strippers in my day and that’s a job that in the long run, kills the spirit of a once sweet and innocent girl and I hate to see that happen. 

After 4 hours or so, I finally made it to Florida but the trip of the day was only half over at that point. As usual, I stopped at the welcome center to get my free map and take care of personal business. One of the things that I’m very mindful of on this trip is using the bathroom while being transsexual. It shouldn’t be a crime but this is the Bible Belt and the people down here don’t see my kind a whole lot. While I’m pretty good at woodworking, sometimes I still have to question it. Not to long ago, Florida was trying to pass a bathroom bill through the state legislature. At this point it’s just best to pass on through and not draw any extra attention to yourself and I think that’s what I did.

When at the welcome center, I grabbed some literature and coupon books. Since it was close to where I was going and I wanted to see a beach at least once while I was down here, I set my course for Sarasota. 

  
The motel room I stayed in. A few blocks from the water, and not that bad for only $55 a night.

Driving through Florida is fairly easy. I was so glad to see that rest stops are located about every 40 miles, as they should be! It makes sense because a large portion of the state are senior citizens and with being a senior comes incontinance…I totally get it and I’m not even that old yet. After several hundred miles, lots of cigarettes and a few stops, I arrived in Sarasota. 

Publix was across the street from the motel and it reminded me of a Whole Paycheck Foods in Chicago except for the palm trees; but they had beer, so I picked up some Busch Light talls for later…hey, I earned it!  While beer is very filling and full of carbs, I was pretty hungry because I hadn’t eaten all day. While checking in with home (even though I’m 40, I still check in with mom and dad) I was looking for a place to get something to eat. Main Street, Sarasota was only a half mile away and since I was in a box truck, I decided to walk on over and find a place.   

  
I heard the music from a block away and it just called me towards it. Imagine it; a World of Beer in a sleepy Florida town where they roll the sidewalks up about 6:00 pm…if anyone would find this place, you knew it was gonna be me, right?

The music was cranking and the deejay had a British accent; who knew? All I really wanted to do was have a fish dinner near the beach. I guess shrimp tacos a few blocks away from the intercoastals qualifies as close  enough, right? Well that’s the way I feel about it. I’ve got my bathing suit with me and am really hoping to use it. I think I’ve got enough time tomorrow. Check out time is 11:00 and I’m scheduled to meet up with Greg and Kathy about noon. I’m going to unload the truck in record time. 

Y’all want to know something? All of that is in the future and the best laid plans can get snafu’d in an instant, so I’m not really worried about it right now. Tomorrow is going to take care of itself and will most likely go off without a hitch because I said it would and without my word, I’m nothing. I’m not clairvoyant, I just have a unique understanding of the human condition. I’ll always remember this day as the day I had a great time in Sarasota. 

Someday I hope to retire. Maybe this is the place, but then again, who knows where I’ll wind up. It could be here or a few hours south or many hours west. I have yet to answer that question but someday I will and and that will make all the difference.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I took the one less traveled by 

Robert Frost, poet Laureate , Vermont, 1961

It truly has made all of the difference.

See y’all tomorrow! 

Today was a really good day!

Sure I woke up at the roach motel without a whole lot of sleep but I checked out of there, got in the truck and set my destination for Atlanta. According to Google, this trip was only supposed to take about 5 hours but somehow it turned into 7 because I simply was taking my time today and sometimes it’s best to take your time every now and then; or so I’ve been told. 

Everything was pretty uneventful in the beginning. After 20 minutes on the road, I entered The Great State of Tennessee. As usual, I stopped at the welcome center to get my free official TDOT map. Shortly after that, I was slowed down due to an overturned semi which is not really news around these parts. I breezed through Nashville and then an hour later came the part I had been most looking forward to; the trip downhill from Monteagle going towards Chattanooga. I shot some video of that but apparently cans upload it here, so I’ll have to figure out how to do that later.

I used to live near Chattanooga in a former life but just passing through brought back a lot of mostly good memories. Just seeing the beauty of the landscape down here brought a few tears to my eyes…it was a good personal moment and being alone in a truck, driving and crying really felt good. Sometimes it’s good to let it all out. 

Shortly afterwards, I entered The Great State of Georgia 

  
A quick stop at the welcome center to grab another map

I lived in Georgia for a while too but the memories from there were far more bitter than sweet than the time spent in Tennessee. Life was pretty perfect, all things considered, in Tennessee but eventually the handwriting was in the wall and my wife and I moved to Georgia as the inevitability of life was about to occur. It’s a long story that someday I’ll tell but the long and short of it is: my wife’s death certificate was issued in Georgia. 

While over 7 years have now passed and I’ve learned to move on, that part of my life will always hurt so it’s of little wonder that I just block it out most of the time. 

Meanwhile, I’ve changed plenty over the years. Throughout them, I have kept in contact with some friends from that time in my life. One of my friends who had moved away too, recently moved back, this time to Alpharetta, so I planned on meeting up with him because I hadn’t seen him in many years. Brook knew me as the old me and we’ve kept in touch over the years. He was one of the first people I came out to and he was one of the first people to accept me. 

While we talk on the phone periodically, he has never seen me as I am today. Tonight, that changed. He picked me up from the hotel and we went to Taco Mac to get dinner and some beers. He had never encountered Cyndi Lou before and we didn’t really talk about how he felt about it. We just had a nice time catching up tonight. For a while, it almost felt like a date but it wasn’t. He was a perfect gentleman and I appreciated that he treated me just like any other woman. 

We closed down the bar then he dropped me off back at the hotel. It was a good night. 

I turned on the television to catch up with the Republican dog and pony show, slipped into something more comfortable and started writing this. I’ll elaborate more on the debate later but for now, I’m signing off for the night. Thanks for reading my story and here’s what you really wanted to see:

  
It’s a really nice bed and it’s all mine for tonight 

Stay tuned and sweet dreams. 

I’m on the road a lot because it’s my job for now. While I like my job, sometimes it’s hard to love it and most of the time that has to do with things that are out of my control like traffic and weather conditions. There’s absolutely nothing you can do when you’re in a traffic jam but wait. Weather conditions are another thing and if you’ve got the drive and confidence in your ability to propel a motor vehicle down the road, the weather becomes just another thing in your towards making progress. 

For the last few years, I’ve been working as a courier, transporting various things to places within 250 mile radius from Chicago. Everything that I transport is time sensitive and the delivery deadlines are tight. Whether it’s a doctor waiting for some special instrument, a company waiting for that one machine part that is preventing them from production, the airline that needs their part go they can get their plane back in the air or even the flower shop that needs their inventory to arrive as fresh as possible, I perform a unique service, doing my part to help keep business and the economy going. 

I’m on the road a lot because it’s just the nature of my business. Ten to twelve hours on the road doesn’t phase me one bit; it’s just a typical day. I guess what keeps me motivated to keep doing this is because no two days are the same and there’s no such thing as typical. When I get a job to do, I’ll drive 200 or more miles to the drop off point then turn around and go right back  home. I don’t stop much, usually only to get gas or use the bathroom. Today was not a typical day, though. 

A few weeks ago, Someone who I do work for, Bob, asked me if I could do a special job. Bob’s neighbors, who are also my neighbors because we all life in the same neighborhood, were moving down to Florida. Bob asked me if I could do this move for them and drive a truck full of their stuff down there. As this was something that neither one of us had done before, he asked me to come up with a price and he’d broker the deal.  I shot him a price and we made the deal. Now that I’m a day into this job, I think I underestimated the fuel cost by a little but it’s not really too much of a concern because I’m still coming out ahead on this job so I’m not going to worry about a small discrepancy. 

I took on this job mostly because it is a departure from the norm and the experience sounded like fun…so far it has been and this is only the first day. The sad fact of it all is, this is the closest thing I’ve come to a vacation in many years because I just don’t take them. There’s no way I could have passed up this deal. Would you pass on a pseudo vacation that you were getting paid for? I wouldn’t think so.

This morning, my day began at 7 AM when I got out of bed, got myself ready, and finished packing a small duffle bag for the next few days. Bob arrived to pick me up at 8:15 to go get the truck from UHaul then drive it back to load it up. I met Kathy and Greg at their condo along with Andrew who is a colleague of sorts who was going to help get the truck loaded up. At the condo, it looked like a lot of stuff, but then again, only a third of the stuff, because all the big stuff was going to be picked up later by one of the national moving companies. 

After surveying the situation, Andrew and I got to work and got the 16 foot rental truck loaded in and hour and fifteen minutes which everyone agreed was pretty damn good. If you’ve ever loaded a truck before, then you know there’s a little bit more to it than simply putting things into it. There’s a thought process that goes on so everything gets packed tightly and will not shift during transport. It’s kind of like putting together a puzzle and if there’s one thing I know, it’s puzzles; years ago, I ran a company that made them…it’s of little wonder why I excel at this type of work. 

Greg and Kathy were very pleased with our work too and since they are the customers, it’s really all about them having a good experience. They were still cleaning our their condo and wanted to show their appreciation, so they gave both me and Andrew a bottle of wine. I’m not much of a wine drinker, not to mention that I was about to hit the road, either way, it was much appreciated because it’s the thought that counts.

Just a sign that I saw a few days back…yup, it’s true!

And it is true. I’m not much of a wine drinker, scratch that, connoisseur. I’m no stranger to Al Cohol; he and I go back a long way. Wine is just a little to acidic for me and it makes my heartburn flare up so I avoid it. While I know Al Cohol very well, I also know how bad he is sometimes and that’s why I can only stand him in moderation. He was once a very large part of my life and my wife used to talk to him daily, probably more than she talked to me. My wife and I haven’t spoken to one another in over seven years and I don’t really think we’ll ever speak again…at least not in this lifetime because that’s impossible.

Lately Al has decided to try and get back into my life by affecting others in which I know personally and care about. No matter how hard I try to tell them that hanging out with him might seem fun for a night, I don’t think they listen. 

Anyway, back to the story because there is a point (or maybe not) but I assure you there is one coming, eventually. I stopped at home, ate a turkey sandwich, grabbed my bag and was out the door shortly before 11. No sooner than I started this drive, the rain started and didn’t stop for the whole leg of this trip. I got on the tollway because it’s unavoidable to get out of Chicago. Normally, I use my iPass and don’t worry about it that much but this time I wasn’t in my minivan so I had to use the cash lanes. The object of traffic is to keep moving but tollbooths force you to stop. I talked to two of the tollbooth operators only briefly but used that opportunity to crack a joke and at least bring a smile to their face while they worked their very thankless job. Both times they told me to have a blessed day. 

Less than an hour later, I hit I-65 south in which I’m still on. I just drove, GPS was at home, and I’m following the signs at this point…that and checking paper maps every now and then because I know this part of the trip very well. 

  
Two more for the collection; I collect official  state maps and have done so for years. I really like looking at maps and I believe that it’s becoming another lost artform

I’ve been to Indiana before, he’ll, I used to live there and usually wind up visiting parts of it about every 2 weeks. While I was monitoring the fuel gauge, I thought I had a chance to make it all the way through the state without having to fill up. As I passed through Indianapolis, I set a small goal for myself; see if I could make it all the way through the state from north to south without spending a penny while being in it. Not to screw the Great State of Indiana, I spend enough there considering I find live there anymore; I just wanted to see if it could be done. 

It might have but eventually I stopped to gas up because I was really low and gas was $2.099, the cheapest I’d seen it yet and couldn’t pass it up. I stopped at the Pilot Station somewhere north of Louisville and the next person I really encountered today was as pleasant as could possibly be. Here I’m thinking, this guy works at a gas station in southern Indiana and what’s he so happy about, but then I realized that if you greet someone with a smile, they’ll smile back at you. Sometimes I think we forget that…it was either that or maybe because I dropped about $80 at his gas station…who really knows?

Shortly after gassing up, I hit traffic and got delayed for about 20 minutes to go 2 miles. I crossed over the Ohio River int Kentucky and saw that gas was 10 cents cheaper there; have you ever felt like you just got screwed? In all actuality, I paid about $3.60 more than I could have but running out of gas was a risk I didn’t want to take. 

At this point in time, the sun had already gone down and the trip through Kentucky was uneventful but harder due to the rain. All the while, I was playing it by ear and trying to figure out where to stop for the night. Knowing that I’m not under that big of a time crunch, I set the course for Bowling Green, Kentucky. As far as I know, there’s not much to do in Bowling Green, but I’ve spent a few nights here over the years so the decision was made and I’m glad that I made it. 

I’ve been writing all this from what could possibly be the worst motel room ever. The whole place is under reconstruction, there’s holes in the walls, the shower is terrible and the decor is up to absolutely nobody’s standards, but it’s ok by me. I found the Executive Inn in one of the travel guides and they were the cheapest. I’m sure $10 more could have gotten me a much better place but I think I felt like slumming it for a night.

What brought me here was advertised price. When I checked it, I talked to the guy at the front desk and by that I mean had a conversation. He was listening to some band is never heard before and we talked a little bit of music. There wa another guy sitting in the lobby and he asked me if I was a musician. I actually get this a lot, so I told him I dabble in it. The clerk asked me where I was going and I said around Sarasota. He said he was originally from Bradenton. That’s exactly where I’m heading on this one…small world, huh?

  
Here it is, the worst motel room in Kentucky, but it’s all mine for the night.

I got in the room but then quickly left because I had some other things to do. Got some gas and cigarettes and they were nice. Got some hair color because I was due, they were nice. Got some bourbon because I felt that it was appropriate being in Kentucky, they were nice.

The highlight of my night though was going to get my dinner.  When in the south, where do you go?

Waffle House.

I had the steak and eggs with hash browns that were of course smothered and covered. Again, everyone was friendly. It was just dinner at the Waffle House, not inherently special but somehow it was. As I was eating, I got a chance to listen to some live music. In the corner of the place, there was a guy in a wheelchair because he was missing a leg. He was in a Waffle House, playing his guitar and singing gospel music.

  
Pictures above of is Junior or JR in the process of playing for anyone who would listen.

He played Amazing Grace amongst other Christian music. Despite the fact that he only had one leg, this man was happy knowing that God loves him. I won’t get into my theory on God but I know he and I don’t see eye to eye on that one but I’m not going to argue because he made good music based on his belief system. 

The point of it all is that I question how someone like this can have so much faith while I can have so little. Although I don’t share the same opinion, he entertained and really made my night. I tipped him a couple bucks. Because he deserved it. In the end I guess the moral of the story is that we can have our differences but hopefully those differences aren’t so great that the love can’t show through.

Part 2 coming tomorrow and in the meantime, have a blessed day!

Yesterday I filed Form 2 with the Federal Election Commission declaring my candidacy for the presidential election of 2016.  It’s really that simple.

Let’s just set the record straight that I don’t have a single thing to run from. While I may have run from the past in the past, that’s all it was and I have no power to change that. Anything I’ve said or done and anything that anyone from my past has said about me is absolutely true…or maybe it isn’t because it’s someone else’s past and I’m not him and probably never was but some things we just can’t change. 

In the past few years, I’ve been out and about and have been able to meet with some you. I enjoy these exchanges and look forward to many more. As a citizen of humanity, I have come to know that these moments are to be cherished. There is a simple principle that is always at work and that is to be kind to your fellow man. While differences will happen, most likely they are not a reflection on us personally. There will always be arguments and differences of opinion that are up for debate but eventually we try to and avoid war because does anyone really want to be at war?

War has been happening for about as long as there have been people walking this earth. Sometimes I wonder if it ever gets resolved and usually it doesn’t; only delayed. There’s great value in temporarily conceding defeat only so we can live to fight another day. By definition, every battle must result in a clear winner and a clear loser. After the battle has been won, what happens? Does the loser just go away? Sometimes they do but not always and we see this happening today. Behind every movement there are people and nobody wants to lose so we regroup and live to fight another day…that is the crux of what I’m trying to sell you. I will avoid war at all costs but if it becomes inevitable, I will lead, we will fight and we will win once and for all, regardless of the casualties.

If you are the aggressor and you have resources on your side, I’m happy for you. Please revel in your victory for now. We might play this out 100 times and you may think that you’re winning until that last time in which I win and that is the one win that matters most. Keep beating me down and I’ll keep standing up until that one time that I win and that’s when it’s all over for you. 

I’m standing up to fight for something in which I believe; and that is in the future of this country. With so many things that have gone wrong, there has to be something that goes right for a change. I’ll take full credit for the life someone else led but don’t ever try and tell me who I am because you will lose that debate. If you really wish to try, please contact Leslie King because maybe he’ll give you some answers but I doubt it because he’s been dead for years.  If you can’t find Leslie King, please try and contact Barry Soetoro. Currently, his residential address is:

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW Washington, DC 20500

They call it the most lonely job in the world and I’m sure it is but that does not deter me for wanting it. I’m used to loneliness and I thrive on it. So if you think I’m worthy and if you think I can make this world a better place for all of us, I’m looking for your support. If you have a problem in the way I conduct myself, you’re entitled to that opinion but I hope you’re not completely closed-minded not to hear me out because sometimes what we all need comes from the strangest of places. 

Many people inherently have a problem with me but I pay them no mind. At the end of the day when I finally lay down to get some sleep and recharge, I lay down knowing exactly who I am. In recent memory, someone else said the same thing and while I’m not sure she came up with the words herself, she delivered the message with grace and she became the top story. Forget all of the rest of the hoopla and listen to the last minutes of the speech:

I hereby throw my hat in the ring. Whatever you can throw at me, I can take it. I am just one woman who is trying to make this world a better place to live in for all of us. Sometimes, even I feel like this is crazy, but bring it on. Tell me you don’t like my outfit, tell me you don’t like the way I wear my hair but don’t tell me that I’ve got some kind of mental illness and this is all in my head because one day I will deliver that one win when it really counts. You have never met someone with a stronger character than me.
At current, this is a longshot campaign but I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t think the time was right and i had just a little shot. The longshots are what truly make history. I am not a “major” candidate and I’m going at this alone. In the true spirit of politics, support needs to be given and if you can spare an extra dollar or two it will be greatly appreciated. I’m also looking for some people to donate some time if they believe in what I’m trying to do. 
Have you ever heard that it only takes 10% to start a movement? If I can just get 10% of you all on board right now, I promise to take us all to place we’ve never been before. In a few days I will provide links to the first Money Bomb for CyndiLou 2016 and I thank you all for your support. 

Disclosure:

I, Cynthia Louise Pryber from Willowbrook, Illinois, am currently campaigning for the office of President of the United States of America with the intention to win said office. I am choosing to go this alone and conduct fundraising activities that will provide no benefit to me personally. Any and all funds donated to CyndiLou 2016 will be used and accounted for the expressed purpose of this campaign and the candidate, Cynthia Louise Pryber has agreed not to use any campaign funds for personal enrichment as per the laws of the United States of America 

The more they stay the same. 

I decided to come on down to check out the newest hotspot for nightlife in Crest Hill tonight. Same location, same crowd, same staff, but there’s a difference and it’s not only the name on the building. What once was utter Chaoz is nor some sort of Abstract concept.

There’s been a little updating going on but the biggest thing I’ve noticed is that the color scheme simply went from blue to red. Blue was nice and comfortable for many years but it was time for change and now that I see it, the red looks so much better. While I’ve been privy to many discussions here over the years, the ones I liked most were political in nature. 

In the past, anyone might have put me solidly in the blue category but as we all evolve, eventually we see that red is really where it’s at and I appreciate it very much. For a few weeks, I wasn’t really sure where I was going to go. I tried out a few different places but they just didn’t seem right. I’m glad to see that this place is really more of the same just a different color which better reflects the crowd we feel most comfortable around. 

Maybe this is just the beginning and eventually we can paint the whole country red as small government with limited involvement and expenditure should be the goal for all of us. That’s a very Abstract concept but I hope it takes off.

The red really looks great!

Just like I said and don’t make me repeat myself. 

 
So I thought I made myself evidently clear last night that I wanted to say goodbye to this place and make a clean break but then again, I’m weak and a sucker for punishment so I’m back at Chaoz for one last round.

I’m still not sure what Hammer Liqueur is but I know it tastes damn good. I got turned on to this stuff here (I know, right?) that is what’s pictured above  (special shoutout to Jen as she mixed a double double with that one) and I have looked high and low but apparently it’s a Chaoz exclusive. In any event, I think we’ve come to the end of the road here. 

  
Pictured above: the view I’ve seen from across the parking lot many of nights

I didn’t know that you could put a bar that close to a school but apparently I was wrong but then again not really. It’s not a school but rather a private preschool that’s located less than a hundred yards away from here. Nevertheless, I’ve looked in that direction many times and have always wondered about the placement. As I sat at the bar or maybe the slot machines, this is the view I’ve seen so many times.
More so than a bar, I think Chaoz was founded on an idea: bring random people together and let them figure out how to get along. Maybe that’s it? Did it really take me 8 years to figure that one out? I don’t know about that, but one thing that I do know is that it’s been just like the picture above says: A Learning Experience.

It’s kind of amazing isn’t it? The answer was right in front of our faces all along. The essence of Chaoz is A Learning Experience and that’s exactly what it’s been. Such a long time ago and so many memories which will never be forgotten: 

 
 Pictured above: one last picture of some of us regulars on the last Saturday night of this state of mind that was Chaoz Sports Lounge 
I have no idea of what will happen to the space that occupied 20631 West Renwick Road, Crest Hill, Illinois. Whatever it is, I’m sure that I’ll check it out but it won’t be Chaoz. 

Chaoz is irreplaceable but eventually all bad things must come to an end…and there’s a Crüe song for that too…look it up.

Thank you so much for the memories Mike and Georgette. Best wishes to you in your future endeavors.

All my love, always, 

Cyn