I am the Nina. The Pinta…

…THE SANTA. MARIA!

(Caution -  The easily offended should veer off HERE.)

That one line from that one song has always had a crazy effect – it’s like someone stomped on in to my personal mental cave and started poking the ill-tempered bear that lives there. Belligerently. Willfully. Gleefully. Infuriatingly. Waking it up from it’s slumber and prodding it into a red haze of anger and pain, making it cast about for an outlet for its rage.

If you’re anything resembling the “40-year old 12-year old” that I am that headline makes the tribal drums in your head pound annoyingly where your demons lurk, rousing them from their uneasy slumber. I’m not talking about the demons of Excess, Incivility or Apathy, or the worst of all, the dreaded demon Entropy. I’m talking about the demons you once harnessed and ruled like an angry, vindictive and all-powerful god, keeping them in line with thunderbolts of will. These are the demons that made you the guy (or girl) you USED to be.   Follow me (VeloJones) to our blog to read more.