Playing music ,singing, or writing. Movies, playing sports, cook outs with cold beer, Celebrating with family and friends. Going to parties. Theater or plays, the ocean. Live music.
Музыка
Hendrix, Clapton, Santana, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Marvin Gaye, Al Green, Otis Redding, James brown, Chopin, Beethoven, Queens of a stone age, Black Sabbath, Coltrane, White Stripes, ZZ top, Teddy P, Maroon 5, pretty much anything that grooves
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The GodFather, Rush hour, Friday, Gone with the wind, Lethal weapon, Tomstone, Scareface, Back to the Future, Requim for a Dream, Anything with Sean Connery in it, Star Wars movies, Fight Club, Raiders of the lost ark, Remember the Titans, Anything with Tom Hanks, Top Gun, Braveheart, Fear and loathing in Las Vegas.
ТВ
Anything good or interesting.
Книги
William Blake, Milton, Shakespear. Also any book that is a action adventure or science fiction.
"Went walking on the road today, just outside my door. My eyes suddenly awakened to a true revelation I chose not to see before. Life is a beautiful gift from above. In love we can conquer anything if we surrender to it wholeheartedly. Sky so blue, sun so warm and bright. I chose not to acknowledge it before." Written by - Rick F.R. Ainsworth
I still can't believe you are gone. I remember our time at Oakdale and how great you were to me when you knew of my first crush (you). I was the little 7th grader while you were the older 10th grade who always looked dreamy everytime you walked in the room. It had been so long since Oakdale when I saw you again but it was as if we were back there once again. I miss those days. There are several things I regret in my life and one of them is not staying in touch with you after I left Atlanta. You are loved and missed. I can't wait for the day that we will meet again.
"So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here."
