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25
Jul
22

Squeeze those you Love

By Bucktown 4 Comments
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Been too long since I’ve posted a blog. I’ve got about 10 typed up, but get sidetracked and don’t finish them. I am kind of busy, but not as busy as I like to think. Regardless of what I do, I always feel like it isn’t enough. I can give more, volunteer more, work more, mentor more, and just about everything more. It is a good/bad thing. I don’t feel satisfied or fulfilled very often, but I’m also driven to push on and keep chasing my goals/dreams. Sometimes life has a way of hitting the “reset” button and reminding us that the only important thing is spending time with people you care about.

I moved to Charlotte 7 years ago. I knew no one in this city. Verno (great friend from high school) was 1 hr away, but in the city I was alone. The guy I replaced (job) took me around for training my first week. I was living in a hotel because I hadn’t found an apartment yet. This guy and I went for beers one night when his brother (Eddie) joined us. We clicked right away and I was no longer without a friend in Charlotte. That same week they had a birthday party (the group photo is from that day) and invited me so I ended up meeting a great group of guys that like to have some beers and laugh just like me.

Eddie and Ed

Getting to know these guys I call my Married Friends (cause they are all single) was awesome. We went on a tubing trip up in the mountains drinking a lot and floating down a river. I got to know Eddie’s best friend Ed. You read that right. Ed had the same sense of humor as me and we had plenty of bad jokes to go around. I was invited to come up for poker night and went. Nobody’s home was accessible and we had stairs to navigate on the way inside. No problem early in the night. After poker was a different story. My friend Ed insisted on being the guy to help me down the stairs. A few moments later Ed and I were spooning each other in the mud with my chair rolling down a hill somewhere. Ed was a bad wheelchair helper after drinking.

Fast forward to another poker night in a different house. We ate wings, drank beers and played cards. When it was time to leave Ed wanted redemption. You know me. Lets party. There were two stairs, not seven, this time so I thought lets do this. A few moments later Ed and I were cuddling on the garage floor. Maybe he liked spooning me and this was all on purpose…. I fell slow and wasn’t hurt so it was just funny. My man Ed didn’t want the others to see cause they would bust his balls for another 5 months just like last time. He was determined to get me back in my chair on his own.

I’m fat now. I weigh more than I look like. Ed grabbed me around the waist/belly and LIFTED with all he had. He also squeezed me so hard I shit myself. I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that part of the story. Ed thought I farted and the look on his face was the same as if someone punched him in the nose. He got a good deep whiff of the Busch Light poop that he had just squeezed out of me. I thought well that is one way to make sure he doesn’t volunteer for chair duty again…

We lost Ed. He passed away a week ago. I’d given any amount of money to have him dump me onto the floor again. I just found out today. It isn’t fair. He worked hard. Took care of his wife. Was a great father to his young kids. At the beach on vacation he fell and passed away in front of his family. The thought of it breaks my heart. When you travel and meet people like I do, it becomes easy to identify good people that are fun to be around. It made no difference how long it was since we last hung out, the moment we started talking and giving each other crap all that went away.

Ed is the only man on Earth to literally squeeze the shit out of me. I’m sure he will be remembered as a great father, great husband, great son, and great friend, but for me he will be remembered for the poop squeeze. I am sure he would want it that way. This news was my reset button. Tomorrow is not guaranteed no matter who you are, how much stuff you have, how much money you have, or any other measurement you want to bring up. Treat the people you come in contact with like it could be the last time. Be remembered for laughing, helping, loving, caring, being genuine, or my new personal favorite be remembered for squeezing the shit out of a cripple. Something tells me Ed is a on short list with that one.

This photo was taken 5 minutes before he passed. Your time here in this life is not guaranteed.

There is a GoFundMe page, link below, for his widow and kids. Please give what you can. Everyone I know can give something unless you decide to ignore others that need help. To me that is a character thing. Do what is right. My hope is to remind the people lucky enough to know Ed of how fun and funny he was. The world was better with him in it, and I truly know it is a little less bright without him. That said the memories live on forever. He is in our hearts, he is in our stories, and because of this Ed will never be forgotten.

I have an opinion on losing great people too soon or just in general. To miss someone means you had to spend time with them, get to know them, and appreciate them. To grieve for a loved one means you had the pleasure of knowing them well. The harder we grieve simply means we loved them a lot and we are blessed to have so many great memories with that loved one. Without love there is no grieving. Be proud you recognized the greatness in Ed and he felt the love from you everyday. Your love and time are the greatest gift you can give to another human. That is right. Read it again. The best gift you can give is free. Cost zero dollars.

My love and prayers to his family. There are a lot of people that will miss him dearly. I hope all of them remember Ed with happy funny stories because that is what he was. A happy funny guy.

FknBucky

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https://www.gofundme.com/f/ed-studer-memorial-fundraiser

16
Jun
22

Sometimes I want to punch the world

By Bucktown 1 Comment
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Look at the pretty lights Bucky and ignore the chaos around you. It worked last night for a while. I meant every word in that blog yesterday. Some days are harder than others to ”Be Present” and blam today happened. I can’t explain why life works out this way, but I can share it with you so you understand you’re not alone. Or maybe I’m hoping one of you will share a story with me so I don’t feel alone. Facebook, Instagram, Tic Tok, Paddy whack, give a dog a bone is all BS. Nobody is happy all the time and most of the photos you see from “influencers” are fake. They use your ”like” exactly the same as a politician uses your vote. To better their portfolios, enrich themselves, and once they have it they move on to the next forgetting you exist. You are now number 183,085 and nothing else.

I got sidetracked there. I got back from my magic walk last night and made a massive bowl of dip. It is my new thing. I found a recipe online to get me started and I’ve been using different things to make it my own. If you’ve ever had the pleasure to eat something I cooked you know I don’t mess around. Everything is fresh and from scratch. The Apple Pie that started this, the blueberry cheesecake, chicken tortilla soup, beef stroganoff, tator tot casserole, and don’t forget the cinnamon rolls! I use sour cream, plain yogurt, jalapeños, spinach, green onions, cucumbers, and strawberries in this masterpiece. Everything fresh and blended together with a bunch of seasonings. I’m happy to share if you want to be the coolest person at your 4th of July party. Well 2nd coolest. Everyone knows the guy or gal that shoot a bottle rocket from their butt crack is the coolest person on Earth. If you serve veggies with homemade dip while shooting a bottle rocket out of your butt is guaranteed to make you a LEGEND. Ask my brother Jer about being a LEGEND, but NEVER give him bottle rockets or a lighter.

Morning time. Always a challenge with the leg spasms. Some days they are crazier than others, but it is 100% going to be the first thing I deal with every morning. Just think if 3/4’s of your body decided to cramp at the same moment. It is violent, painful, and usually results in me falling over backwards or sideways. If I’m ”lucky” I will be able to grab a table, bed, sofa, or anything to prevent the paralyzed backflip I’m trying to do. Maybe I could do the ParaOlympics… FknBucky takes the gold in the flip over backwards to smash the back of your head onto the concrete floor. Concrete is not soft if you aren’t sure. This morning I was saved by the night stand next to my bed as it prevented the chair from going all the way over.

I now know it is going to be like that today. I get dressed and cruise out to the kitchen so I can try this awesome dip I made yesterday evening. I take GREAT CARE with the bowl of dip on my lap because of the spasms. I currently have a work bench set up in my living room because I can. I put the dip on said workbench and start looking at some emails while I’m crushing some celery and dip. It is fantastic. I’m super stoked on my awesome culinary skills. BLAM spasm. My elbow goes straight into the bowl of dip. Right in the center of it. I’m going down and grab at anything I can to stop that from happening. Everything but me falls. 3 seconds ago I was patting myself on how great the dip turned out. Now I’m wearing half of it and see the other half all over my floor. It took me a good amount of time to make that dip and now it is gone.

Anger is an emotion and in this case it can be a verb. I was sad as well. All that work. All the money spent. All the time I spent. All of it on my floor. No five second rule here. Just a massive mess that needs to be cleaned up. As you can guess leaning all the way over cleaning up dip is not the easiest task a person can do. Very frustrating. You might be asking ”What is the point here Bucky??”

There isn’t one. What is the reason my hard work is on the floor?? Sometimes life is a real jerk. Nothing you can do about that. What you can do is control your attitude and your reaction to moments like this. I could have handled it better today, but I was mad. Being mad was wasted energy though. It did nothing to better my situation as I threw something that knocked over my Grapefruit flavored Celsius. Now my remote, phone, and some paperwork is soaking wet because I threw a tantrum. Pretty stupid.

I got more ingredients today. I’ll make more. Just like yesterday I need to remember the blessings. I have a great career and own my own company, I have amazing friends, my family loves me (well most of them), I have an amazing fur friend, and most importantly I wake up everyday being FknBucky. I write and share these moments for 2 reasons. First – I want it out of my head. Once I write about a situation I can stop thinking about it. Secondly – I hope that people that read this will drop the anchors of negativity they drag around, realize crap happens to everyone, and learn to tackle their problems with a smile.

FknBucky

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Our brother Ryan Cooper is still waiting for justice. Please never stop saying his name and asking who did this?? We will learn what happened and hold that person accountable.

15
Jun
22

Be Present

By Bucktown 3 Comments
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How you doing blog readers?? I want to start off saying thank you for supporting my dream and reading my words. I appreciate it very much. I was just out with Annie on a very hot night here in the Queen City. It is 9 PM and still almost 90 outside. I was sweating like crazy throwing the frisbee and had to use the headlight on my Companion (Scooter attachment to wheelchair/ Retail as low as $2,500) to see where to throw it. This insanely bright light also attracted every bug for a 3 block radius so that was super awesome also. I was sweating like a lady of the night in church, bugs all over, and a very happy dog that just wanted me to hurry up and throw the frisbee over and over and over.

I’m a good dog Dad and threw the frisbee many many times for the second time today actually. I put a lot of pressure on myself thinking every blog has to be the most amazing thing I’ve ever written, but that leads to me not blogging often. The person that is hardest and most demanding of me, is me. I set the bar high and will never stop trying to be better everyday. You know my philosophy of helping a stranger everyday without acknowledgement and one you may not know is I want to learn something new everyday. New skill, new word, new friend, new viewpoint, or whatever you want. To me learning is fun. I don’t understand people that refuse to read, refuse to try something different, refuse to talk to someone that disagrees with them (I mean TALK, not scream at or call names), and just grow as a person.

Zooming back from frisbee session I’m annoyed. I’m thinking the heat sucks, bugs suck, the guy in that car sucks, I hate that stupid bird over there, and not even realizing how negative my thoughts had become. I took the corner and saw downtown Charlotte all lit up which is pretty cool at night. My thought right then was “Man it is awesome being alive” and everything changed in an instant. Suddenly it wasn’t so hot, the bugs were gone, I still think the guy in the car sucks (not my fault he is a Ginger), and the bird was cool. His name was… Birds don’t have names or talk dummy. You guys/gals are gullible. ha. The reality was one simple view of the city got me back on the right path.

Life is a struggle. Accept that part of it. Fighting it or thinking somehow it will just get super easy one day is setting yourself up for guaranteed disappointment every time that nameless bird poops on your head. Hey, at least the Ginger didn’t poop on your head. My thought was I’m glad I’m present. What I mean by that is I was willing to let go of the junk and simply be present to recognize the blessings around me. I have an awesome dog, I have a great apartment in a fantastic city, I have a lot of great friends, and a wonderful family that I’m going to see in less than two weeks.

So I remind myself by writing this blog to be present in the moment. Enjoy the time we are blessed with on Earth. Be kind to others, compliment a random stranger on their shirt, shoes, car, hair, or whatever as it will make them stand a little taller and love their moment. A simple “wow, you look great today, that shirt is awesome” can make all the difference in the world to the right person. Hug your family and tell them how important they are to you. You don’t have to wait for a moment, a person, or anything to be a beacon of positivity in your life. BE THE POSITIVE.

It sounds so simple, but many many people on Earth will never get it or practice it.

Appreciate you all,

FknBucky

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The world misses you Ryan Cooper. You have not been forgotten and I pray everyday the horrible person that did this to you will be brought to justice.

11
Jun
22

A little Help

By Bucktown 1 Comment
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Hello my friends. Things have been crazy lately and I don’t think it is going to be better for some time. The cost of everyday items is out of control. I paid $91 to fill my van up yesterday. Unreal. It used to be $38 not so very long ago. I am a single man (cool chick wanted) that has been blessed with the opportunity to work for myself in a business I love. I’ve worked hard to get where I am and I’m very proud of it. I have been flat broke, homeless, and very worried about how I was going to eat that day. That is a scary place to be and I don’t wish that on anyone ever. That being said I have also always worked. I got a job where I could and a few weeks later I had money in my pocket. Just work. Any job. Millions of people are happy to help a person that shows they are willing to help themselves.

I wanted to keep it short today. I know people that are on or have been on a very strict budget. Doubling fuel cost, crazy food price increases, and the inflation hurts real people right now. I don’t care if you are liberal or conservative. NO ONE should be hungry in this country. Nancy has a $30,000 freezer filled with $12 a pint ice cream. Think she spends her night stressing about your family??? No one is threatening Mitch McConnell to turn off the power due to non-payment because he had to choose between buying food and paying the power bill. They both make me sick.

I want to offer that anyone having trouble buying food to email me or contact me. No judging. No one but me and you will ever know. I don’t need a pat on the back. I filled up a guys gas tank yesterday that tried to sell me a recliner that was in the back of his truck. He asked me if I wanted to buy it for $10 as I was getting out of my van and I quickly said no and made sure he knew I wasn’t interested. Then I heard him talking to someone else saying he needed gas money to get home. I dismissed him so quickly I didn’t see the whole situation. I felt very disappointed in myself blowing off another human in need. I gave him fuel and didn’t even ask his name. It didn’t matter, but the genuine look of appreciation and relief that his plea for help was answered. The horrible situation he was in was over. A random guy in a wheelchair was in position to help and he did.

I hope all of you take a moment to help someone in need. That is the only reason I share that story. The whole point is this. I will buy you groceries. No questions asked. No thank you required. I simply want to help others in need. Don’t watch the news. There are lots of good people in the world so I urge you to pay attention to them. There are ways to send food and that is what I’ll do. Please don’t be a jerk and ask for what you don’t need. I’m not buying you beer or sending cash to anyone.

On the flip side if you are able to help those in need please let me know. I only have so much I can afford to give personally, but I know there are others out there that have the means to help. NO ONE should go hungry. Adult or child. Share this blog. Write your own. Let us share the message that good people are out there and we can help each other.

Be Kind to Everyone.

FknBucky

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04
Jun
22

Honor Them Everyday

By Bucktown 1 Comment
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I am a bit late posting. Still a great point for you to think about.

Memorial Day. An important one. All days are a blessing, but on this day we as Americans honor the bravest people we will never see or meet. The men that stormed the beach in Normandy is only one example of the incredible sacrifice humans are capable of. I can’t imagine at 18 years old being told to run towards a wall of bullets. Have you ever thought about that?? I’m guessing no. You’re too busy calling strangers racist because they have different opinions than you. Do the world a favor and shelf that BS for today. I think about the kids that gave everything 90 years ago so you can stand on your pedestal and say America sucks. That being said these kids didn’t die for you to blindly follow the other side either.

No wall of bullets to charge today Bucky. How can we make a difference?? Glad you asked. Make your community better. Be a good neighbor, friend, Parent, Spouse, son, brother, daughter that used to be a son, or whatever you want. You can try to be 2nd best Uncle ever, but the top spot is all mine. Just be good to others. Not for recognition, but for the simple fact it is the right thing to do. We can all make a difference. Imagine what your life would be like if everyone on your block cared more about others than they do for themselves.

I have a point that I’m working towards here. Just trying to give you a moment to think about the military people and their families. Family. That is an awesome word. I’ve been blessed with a very big family that is amazing. It is far from perfect, but at the end of the day we are all there for each other. I don’t have children, but I spend as much time as I can with my nieces and nephews. I know a lot of people say they don’t know how to talk with kids. It is easy. Just pay attention to them. That is what we all want in life. To feel important, wanted (think kids, to be wanted as in join in the game), to feel appreciated (again kids – nice pass or catch), and all the rest. Be kind to your kids. They are the ones that will pick your nursing home.

I was playing frisbee with Annie in the park we go to daily for that purpose. We spent about an hour and half today. Lots of rest and water breaks. Right about an hour into it I see a couple dressed up as super heroes pushing their young kids in little plastic cars. Annabel was happy to show off her frisbee skills which are flipping awesome as this family walked by. I asked what was up?? I double checked before yelling out that today is not Halloween. In case you’re not sure either – it is not Halloween today. After I yelled ”Where you going??” I got the best reply. ”To save the world!!” I laughed and told them they made my day.

This parental unit took time to put the cape on, the mask on, and made sure the parent-mobile (like the batmobile, but not) had a full tank. I find this to be awesome. This is what I mean by change the world. Those kids don’t care who the President is, they just want some attention. We make the world better one super hero costume at a time. Ready for the tie in??? We honor the men and women that gave their lives for our freedom, by becoming the best version of us that we can possibly be. You can’t thank a deceased Veteran for their service. We can keep their memory alive by being great people and teaching our kids how to be great people.

It isn’t enough to throw some meat on the BBQ and chug Busch Lights for the day. We need to honor those every single day and not just some weekend to kick off summer. Become an awesome person that makes a difference in the world. Take care of your kids. Teach them they can do anything because they are blessed to have been born in the greatest country in the history of the world. Be a great friend, a great son or daughter, be a great brother or sister so that you send out great vibes every single day. I try to do amazing things for people, but I fall short many times each day, week, year, or decade.

If you never come up short that just means your goals or dreams aren’t big enough. Think about what your philosophy for life is. If I came up and asked you ”What do you want to accomplish in this life??” Do you have an answer?? I think about those that gave everything so that I can be here in America doing whatever I want. I’m free to read any books, educate myself, go where I want, vote for who I want, advocate for things that I want or things I believe would make the world better.

I know I’m a couple days late on publishing this one, but that also makes my bigger point. You don’t get to change your profile pic that says thank you Veterans for a weekend and then tuck that away until next year. Join me in honoring their memory every day by becoming the best you.

FknBucky

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12
Apr
22

Driving Stupid

By Bucktown 6 Comments
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I got the RAGE. The road is mine. “Get out the way B___!!!” as Ludacris would say. I’m not alone as thousands of videos on youtube show idiots freaking out over driving issues. That in itself is the problem. I drive a lot. More than most people I know. I drive to work as I cover North and South Carolina for a sales territory. I also drive back to the midwest to see family a few times a year. I’ve driven from coast to coast multiple times in my life along with from Canada to Mexico/Gulf. What is the point of that?? Point is I’ve driven a lot. Stop interrupting me.

I see it every day. People out driving that would be better off thrown into a small box and left in the jungle somewhere far far away. Actually that would be a waste. We wouldn’t want that so we put them in a box, cook them in the sun for 5-6 days, and when nice a ripe we feed them to cannibal tribes in Brazil. It is a win win. I see you. I watch your crap car switch lanes. No blinker. No plan. Just you driving like all the other cars are simply obstacles. You can’t be bothered to think about the family in the car you just cut off. You got no time to think about the 52 year old man that is just trying to get home after working a long shift. His wife and kids have no other income as they are living paycheck to paycheck, but you don’t care because you have need for speed.

I watch as you swerve into this lane and that lane. Going up three car lengths to slam on your brakes when you finally see what the rest of us see. Traffic is backed up. Nowhere to go regardless of how many people you cut off. You try to do 85 mph on the freeway when traffic is moving 50 mph. Obviously you are a brain surgeon needing to go save lives in your 2001 Honda Accord. My guess is your meth dealer called and said he will meet you at the truck stop your Mom works at as a Lot Lizard. Yeah I went there.

I watched this happen on the way to the VA yesterday. Two cars could not accept that traffic was heavy. They came on about exit 60 going very fast to merge into traffic that was not going very fast. Both cars had to brake hard to not ram the cars in front of them. 4 lanes of traffic all going the same speed. I like go fast too when traffic is light, but I know when that isn’t happening. We’ve all seen these drivers who are happy to endanger every person around them to get 40 feet further. It is stupid beyond all. If you do this you are STUPID. Both cars exited on Exit 70. 10 miles. They maybe got a 1/4 mile further along than I was.

That quarter mile. What is that in the time of life clock? 10-15 seconds. Heck I’ll even be generous and say they saved a full minute driving recklessly with complete abandon for anyone else on that road at that time. You got away with the swerving, bumper riding, crap selfish driving this time, but what about the next time. It is a habit because you’re STUPID. You do it everyday, multiple times a day, year after year, and somehow you still have the balls to say ”It was an accident” when you cause a wreck and kill someone. Is that 1 minute worth a persons life??

Tell you what. Do me a favor and let me know which person you care about in your life that we can sacrifice so I can start driving like a jerk as well. If you are willing to gamble the lives of people I love so that you can get your precious minute then you got to ante up. Doesn’t sound so cool when you think about it in real life terms. This isn’t Grand Theft Auto where you simply crash, jump out of the car, and steal a new one. There are no extra lives for the people you hit or the people you supposedly love riding in your car. If you drive like this with your kids in the car you are a special sort of STUPID. Not only do you endanger them, but you are teaching the next generation of STUPID.

People die because of drivers like this. Kids, adults, Moms, Dads, and families are ruined for your precious seconds. Seconds. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10…. That amount of time cost someone their life by a STUPID driver. Slow down, let that car merge in, enjoy life instead of riding a bumper in front of you screaming at the driver like they care or can hear you. I hate the cars going slow in the passing lane as well, but when traffic is heavy it doesn’t matter. The next time you catch yourself doing these things remind yourself that no amount of time is worth a life. How much are you willing to gamble??

Be Safe my Friends.

FknBucky

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P.S. I’ve written about this before, but the message should be taught to EVERYONE that plans to drive or ride in an automobile. I ask that if you read this blog and agree please post a comment or share it. Please love yourself and others enough to let the minute go. Better yet ask your dead self if the 15 seconds were worth it.

01
Apr
22

20

By Bucktown 3 Comments
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Writing. I haven’t done enough as of late. Not sure why as I’ve had plenty to say. That could be part of it. Sometimes I’d rather just keep my opinions to myself and save myself from the drama of having people who barely know me tell me how wrong I am. I know thousands of people from all over the world. It was life goal of mine to meet everyone on the planet. I’ve fallen short, but not from lack of effort. Ready for the blow your mind moment?? Only a handful of people on Earth truly know me. You’ve heard about me, had a beer or ten with me, got a couple pics with me, but none of those things mean you know me.

Do you know what today is??? I can never forget. I think about it every single day. My own personal hell that will never stop. I replay it over and over and over. I have no pause button. No redo. I can’t simply turn it off or ignore it. You look at me with pity only because deep down you know that you could never be strong enough to be me. You think about the easy way out. How you would quit before the game even starts. Anyone can train their body, lift lots of weights, do two hours of cardio, take drugs for faster and bigger gains, but true strength is in ones mind. I see past the muscles. I’ve already won before we start because I know the truth. Your mind is weak and you will give up when anything becomes difficult. I welcome all challengers. Prove me wrong.

What is the point today Bucky?? If you truly know me you wouldn’t ask. The past is just that. Passed. Gone. Never coming back. So why do you dwell on it?? Some of you even attempt to live in it. Refusing to let go. Like a dog, I can smell your fear and self doubt. You can never be great because you’re too scared to fail, to fall, to look foolish, to have the spotlight on you, and when your time comes you will die. Some will cry, some will say ”Oh that’s too bad” or ”He/She was a good person”, but after a few days it will be like you were never here or there. Don’t blame me for saying it, blame yourself for allowing it to happen.

20 years. Long time. Long time for an individual, but barely a drop in the bucket of life. I wrecked that motorcycle 20 years ago today. My spinal cord crushed. My body broken forever. Never to walk again without assistance. A life sentence. No parole, no probation, no time off for good behavior. Just pain. Just hardship. The fake smiles when you say ”You’re so strong” that translates into Thank God it isn’t me, I would kill myself.” Don’t feel bad. I’ve thought about that path many of times. No more falling out of my chair, no more spasms, no more accidents, no more pain, and no more stress when one takes the easy way out.

No more parties, no more visits with my nieces and nephews, no more hugs, no more challenges to overcome, no more puzzles to finish, no more happy, no more surprises, no more frisbee with the pup, no more anything. Just whatever happens after Earth. I have thoughts on the bad, but I let my mind dwell on the good. I overcome the challenges to enjoy the laughter, the good times, the memories we make, and do the best I can everyday to help others enjoy their short time here. To leave the party we call life early is just stupid. At 43 it is just getting good. The music is LOUD, turned up to 11. Pick your poison.

Tupac – California Love https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omfz62qu_Bc

Pantera – F&#King hostile https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QcMhOFAVzE

Oasis – Champagne Supernova https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6cyIG0CRQg

Spooks – Things I’ve seen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AJ7W-HRa8g

I’m Bucky. If you know me, you know I don’t leave early, heck I don’t show up early. I show up fashionably late with a handle in each hand. A pack of pretty ladies behind me ready to make this night memorable. I pour shots and say ”Who is ready for the hot tub??” Whats that?? Bathing suits are for children. No memory worth having ever started with let me get my suit on. My smile is contagious. My dimples say ”this is a good idea” and thank God neither of those were damaged in that accident.

I could have died that day. Instead I got 20 bonus years that I have not wasted. Wake up. Stop quitting. Be spontaneous. Throw the middle finger up to those who wish to control you. You are not a D or an R. Liberal or Conservative. You’re a person. Capable of having fun, capable of helping others have fun, and hopefully capable of thinking for yourself. Hug your enemy. Pour shots for people that annoy you. Stop being a buzzkill. Stop saying ”you’re so strong” and simply cheers me when I say ”Here is to the next 20!!!”

I love life. It is hard. It sucks sometimes. It is beautiful. It is amazing. Most importantly it will be exactly as you want it to be. Want an adventurous life?? Be adventurous. Want a good life?? Be good to yourself and others. Want a crap life?? Fill your head with self doubt and treat those around you horribly. I promise you’ll have all the crap you can handle.

Don’t be weak in your mind. Be kind to everyone. Learn to enjoy failure, but learn from each time. Turn the music UP. Stay up late once in a while. Most importantly remember you are never too old to flip the bird to those that try to control you.

FknBucky

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20
Feb
22

I’ve had Enough

By Bucktown 2 Comments
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Oh man. It has been a while since I pounded on the keyboard. Life has been busy and I get sucked into the trap just like everyone else. Each day being the same as the one before it. Becomes easy and the days click by without us noticing. I need to make time for the things I love, the things I love to do, and most importantly the people I love. Speaking of things I love to do, it is time I had myself a good old fashioned rant. Lots of topics so lets get some.

Finally. 2022. The world is waking up. Great to see. I have dreamed of this moment. What could make you so happy Bucky?? Sports of course. Ahhh sports. We love sports in America. Cheering for the home team, supporting our high school athletes while they learn hard work, team work, put in the time and effort so one day they can have a chance to be a champion. Ooops my bad, that is what used to be. The sports God has heard my prayers. Every night I say ”God, can you please make women’s sports more interesting??” Lets talk real for a minute. Girls are slow, weak, and now we have a solution!! Surprised I didn’t think of it myself.

Want to make womens sports more interesting?? Have men do them!! It is genius. Lets be clear on something. I don’t care about transgender this or that. You do you. As long as you are not hurting a child or someone I care about knock yourself out. The swimmer girl that was born with a penis and was on the mens team for a couple years is a woman now. She is dominating the sport and beating all these stupid girls that bought into the whole ”work hard” and be the best junk. Nope, in 2022 you can be a female athlete that does everything right and still lose. Lucky for me it is only the beginning.

Take the Olympics, athletes will do anything to win, have an edge, or have a way to guarantee them a win. We’ve seen the stories of all kinds of athletes that take drugs, steroids, and all kinds of shady behavior to have an edge. People are messed up. If you haven’t learned that by now then you’re pretty much an idiot. Currently there are two biological men swimming on womens teams at the collegiate level. I’m sure there are more, but they haven’t made headlines yet. Wanting to win is addictive, similar to money, and will consume some people so much they will do anything to get it. Anything.

There are people in this world that will change their name from Sam to Samantha just to win a trophy. When that starts to happen on a large scale (it will, just a matter of time) little girls everywhere are going to be stuck on the sidelines watching a 6’3, 225 lbs, and super cut ”Samantha” take their spot. Soon Shane will be Shana, Joe will be Jessica, Ryno will become Ryna, and on down the line. Let me take a minute to explain something. I don’t care what label you throw at me. Transphobic, misogynist, and well I haven’t made it about race, but give me time. I’ll find a way to make them mad too. I don’t participate in that whole label thing so fire away. I treat everyone I meet like crap equally.

I don’t have the answer. It doesn’t work that way. You have to read and then think about what you’ve read, think about the lessons you’ve learned in life, and apply the logic and wisdom you have to the situation coming up with an opinion. That opinion (yours) doesn’t mean a thing to anyone else, but you had better think it thru real good because people you’ve never met will judge you based on it. Thing about opinions is they can change, but only if you’re allowed to speak in the first place. This cancel BS stops progress, stops people from talking, and when that happens we all lose. Want to stop being racist?? Make friends with minorities. Want to not be homophobic?? Talk with the gays. Yeah it is that easy, but when you stop people from talking it becomes impossible to grow and let your opinion evolve.

Okay off track there. I can’t be the only person on Earth that thinks this situation sucks. Some little girl that bought into the do things right, work hard, practice hard, give up fun time to train, train harder than everyone else, want it more, sacrifice everything only to be 2nd place to a man playing girl. Next year it will be 3rd place. Five years from now she might not even make the team. Why try?? Way I see it we have mens sports and women sports for a very simple reason. Not anymore. The line isn’t blurred society decided to pull out their non-gender penis and peed all over that line.

I can’t think of a more awful thing than robbing little girls of their dreams. Your desire to show everyone how ”woke” you are is flipping stupid. All actions have consequences and right now a whole lot of good people are ignoring those consequences because they are afraid some jerk with screen name SUPER-WOKE will call them names. Well Super-Woke meet FknBucky. I am the antidote to the poison you continually throw around without a care of the consequences and wreckage you leave behind. I say enough.

FknBucky

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04
Feb
22

Do you feel Special? Well do Ya Punk???

By Bucktown 1 Comment
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I make a killer chicken tortilla soup. During COVID I decided to learn how to cook different things I like from scratch. This includes Apple pie, blueberry cheesecake, beef stroganoff, and some others. I made a quadruple batch of soup on Saturday so I could take it to the rehab hospital I volunteer with. Wanting to take on an extra challenge I made cornbread to go with it from scratch. Everything that goes into the soup is fresh. This batch of soup was phenomenal. I tweaked a bit here and there to see how it worked out and I was very pleased with it.

What is your point Bucky?? Getting there. When I bring the soup in, I make sure there is sour cream, shredded cheese, extra butter, and honey for the cornbread. The fixins are important and I don’t believe in doing things half-assed. Now the rehab hospital is in the process of building a new building next door. A large construction project that will take a couple of years to complete. While at the hospital I sometimes take Annie out and run her up and down the street. Well she runs on the grass and I roll on the pavement. When I’m out there I talk to everyone I come across, it is who I am. The gate “guard” for the construction site is a man named James. He is a cool guy so I say hi to him every time I drive or roll by.

I decided to take him some soup. I had an extra tupperware, I took a large piece of cornbread, put some sour cream in a cup, and some shredded cheese in a bag. All of this was put into a paper grocery bag. While at the hospital I went to visit a few new injuries to talk. My heart breaks for everyone of these people. I know how hard those early days are and there is no sugar coating it. Next time you feel life is not treating you right, stop, take a deep breath, and thank God, stars, Moon, Big Bang Theory, or any idol you worship that you are not laying in a hospital paralyzed, with cancer, or some other horrible thing. Stay thankful for the blessings you do have. Trust me you have a lot of them if you just paid attention. Not the topic today so back to James.

I have a life philosophy of make the people in my life feel special. Everyone yearns to feel wanted, feel appreciated, and just be noticed in the crazy world. It is easy to do, compliment someones shoes, hat, artwork, or whatever. Next tier up is do random kind things like make soup for people. Put a nice photo in a frame and send it out to someone you care about. Send a card not on a holiday, but on “I love and appreciate” you day. That is every day in case you are an idiot. Try to set a goal of just make one person a day feel special or happy. Your life will change if you think of others and not yourself all the time. Think about how people will react to you if you make everyone in your life feel good about themselves!! Yeah, it is kind of selfish to be kind. You have to do this with no strings attached. In your mind if you start counting points or have the “I did this for you so you have to do this back” attitude then just forget it. You suck. Concentrate on that. For real back to James now….. I drove up and gave James the soup with cornbread and fixins. He thanked me, but cars were coming and we kept it short.

Happens the very next day I’m back to the rehab. I promised a grad student I would be the bed bound person doing yoga for a video he is making. It went well, but I did make funny faces when he wasn’t looking. ha. I pulled up to the gate and James came running out. He loved the soup. Now it gets awesome. He took it home to share with his wife. My understanding they have had some very hard times as of recent with some people in their life taking advantage of them. Every time this happens we make that outer shell of ours a little harder to break down. Sad actually, but it happens. James told me his wife broke down to tears when she realized some random guy cared enough to share his soup, cared enough to put the little things in the bag as well, and did it all for the sole purpose of making a fellow human feel special. No thanks, no gratitude, nothing is needed except a ”That soup was awesome” comment the next time I see you.

It took a few minutes of my time to put that bag together for James. To be honest I didn’t remember his name until I gave him the soup and asked what his name was again. I had no clue what he was going thru or what is wife was going thru. Honestly I don’t care and it isn’t my business. What I do care about is my fellow humans. I want to make people feel special every chance I get. I have that ability. WE ALL DO. When is the last time you simply did something for a random person to make them feel like the most important person in the world??? Imagine a world that everyone thought this way instead of how much I can get for me…

As always I don’t want or need praise for doing these things. I do them because I can. Being kind is addictive. Anyone can tell you to be a nice person, but words are crap, show me how to be a nice person, show me how to make others feel special, and then challenge me to do more. I hope everyone who reads this will out do me. Be more kind. Make way more people feel special and then those folks can go make others feel special. That is the world I want to live in.

FknBucky

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28
Jan
22

Ban the Idiots

By Bucktown 1 Comment
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Happy 2022. I haven’t posted much of anything the last couple months. Hard to be a writer for a living if I don’t write. There are lots of excuses of why I haven’t been getting after it, but they are all crap. I need to push thru the hard times instead of being lazy. Normally I’ll see something, read something, or have a conversation that lights up my brain so much that I want to write about it. For some reason I wasn’t getting that as of late, but lucky for you it just happened.

Books. They are awesome. I LOVE books. I love reading. I started early. I would read Hardy boys books in one night while in grade school. In first grade I was put into the slow reading group. I didn’t want to be in the slow group so that summer I went home and started reading books when I had free time. When I started second grade I told the teacher I knew how to read good now so I didn’t have to be in the slow group. That was that. Later on I was invited to join a group called Flight of the Mind which as for students that were above the current challenges they taught. I went from slow group to gifted group in 2 years by reading.

The librarian knew me and would pick out books for me to broaden my span. The first book she gave me was ”A Day no Pigs would Die” by Robert Newton Peck. It was amazing. The story stuck with me. A young boy who’s father was illiterate was also the pig killer at the slaughter plant in town. He worked hard killing to provide for his family. His father had a heart condition I think and died because he couldn’t read how to open his pill bottle. You read push down and turn, but he saw nothing. Beside him a rock that he tried to smash the bottle open. Everyone in town and the slaughter plant came to his funeral. Hence the title a day no pigs would die because they attended the funeral.

I read that book in 5th grade and I still remember it. Getting to my bigger point. I read an article on Huffington Post about how conservatives are banning books. Liberals do it too. To this I say WTF. The book I talk about above is on the banned list because there is a time that they get a boar (male pig) to come in and get the female pig pregnant. Momma pig said no, but the male took his loving anyway. I guess it could be considered a pig rape. This happens in the real world. I had a registered Durac female pig growing up. I won a ”Grand Champion” ribbon at the fair with her. We decided to bring in a registered durac male to get a litter of purebred piglets. The boar ran Ms. Piggy (I know I named her when I was 9) all over and she died. I came home from school and my parents told me she was dead. I burst into tears and that sucked.

Heaven forbid someone read some real life in a book. NO books should be banned. Don’t like it, don’t read it. I mean seriously freedom of speech is now you can talk, but only say things I want to hear. When was the last time the school bully held you down and made you read a book?? The Kite Runner. Another book/story that is real and hardcore. Life is not easy. There is bad stuff that happens in the real world. These stories teach lessons that help people grow, think, and learn. One of the greatest gifts you can give a child is a love of reading.

This banning books BS is wrong on every level. This is America and we are supposed to be free to do what we want, learn what we want, and become what we want. I say stop it. Stop telling me you are protecting me while taking little pieces of freedom from me and more importantly future generations. It is important to push back on all of them. Liberal or Conservative. The people that do this NEVER STOP. You say okay we will ban this group of books. Do they whiners stop whining?? No. It is all they know. To stay relevant they pick a new group of books to protect you from. I don’t know about you, but I never asked for protection. Who are these people??

The only thing we should be banning is allowing the words BAN and BOOK in the same sentence. Where is this huge problem happening?? I mean you walk down the alley on the way home from school and see the drinkers, the dopers, the Bloods, the Crips, and the most dangerous the ”Force you to read Dr Suess” gang. If you don’t speak up and say “this is crap” it will continue to happen. Don’t ban books, ban these worthless idiots.

FknBucky

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