MySpace a place for friends

In late 2002, I started doing a professional wrestling talk show which should come as no surprise to those who ever knew me. It was amazing to me because I just took a stab in the dark with a low level independent wrestler and within just a few short months, I was on the phone with one of my life-long idols "Macho Man" Randy Savage. I often tell people that when I started doing this, I was very nervous but hearing "Macho Man" say, "Dude, you really know the business" during our interview gave me the confidence to keep doing the show. Now 6 years later, I'm still at it and still enjoying doing it. A few years ago, I even got to interview Hulk Hogan. That one took my breath away.

In 2006, I graduated from Arizona State University with a degree in Technical Writing & Communications. I have the degree and likely will get the chance to actually use it later in life because all the jobs that degree goes for seem to be getting filled by 40-something year olds. I am not worried, though. It was a good education and I've used the things I learned to make money in other ways.

Running a wrestling we site has its ups and downs. I've had to deal with a lot of tense situations with some people who I didn't exactly get along with. But, after a few years of a shared site with a former friend, I decided to take matters into my own hands. A few brief bumps in the road since then and now I realize the best way to run a site is to do it yourself and after a few co-owners, the only co-owner I share with now is my beautiful wife who shares my vision for the site's future.

Ironically, it is the site that got my wife and I together. I'm a huge rock 'n' roll fan as well as a wrestling fan and we just hit it off after she couldn't escape the site from coming up in Google. She gave me new life. I truly believe I was meant to do this site in order to find her. We got married in August of 2007.

I do battle a little bit of confidence issues, I believe. I say that on MySpace, the home of the "LOOK AT ME!!!!" generation, right? The reason I say that is my parents took $50,000 of money due to me and never told me. It isn't about the money so much as it is about taking from your own kid. I have asked for an apology and an explanation since the day I caught them and have gotten neither. I guess there is a price tag when it comes to loving me... At least, as far as they were concerned. I'll likely carry that around with me for as long as I live and the void it creates can only be filled by the love of my new family. Still, it would have been nice if someone from my family would have at least attempted to stay in contact.

It has been a great ride so far full of ups, downs, and in-betweens. A decade ago, Two decades ago, doctors told me I'd never see colors or function in society... I did and I do. A decade ago, I thought I'd always love New Jersey and that area and nothing else would ever be home... I'm home now. What truths will I be told next? What does my future really hold? I think the only way to find out is to live.

Thank you for reading my MySpace page. Add me as a friend if you'd like!

Stay strong,
James

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