Tattoo's blog: "Life"

I was a happy dude, always smiling. Nothing pissed me off, ever. 
I was very active. I backpacked, hiked, camped, bowled, went swimming, was an avid bow hunter, and played on four Men's softball teams and one Men's basketball team. 
I could drive, and absolutely loved doing it. 
I didn't pay attention to pain, I didn't have time to mess with it. 
I never said the wrong things. I thought before I spoke and shit-canned most of the thoughts in my head before they became words. 
I believed in love (real love, not the friends with benefits, fuck buddies, or fake kind) and knew I would find it someday. 
I loved hopping on my bike and just heading out to wherever. 
I loved to cook. Real meals, desserts, and other goodies. 
I loved being clean. I was a freak about it. 
I loved Halloween, it was in my top-10 days of the year. 
I was sharp minded, and could solve problems fast. 
I read, alot. 
I was always aware of what month it was and the day of the week. 
I believed in the future, lived in the present, and didn't fret too much about the past. 
I was fearless. I went where I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. 
I always dreamed of thru hiking The Appalachian Trail, and never doubted for a second that I could accomplish that goal. 
I always had clean clothes, towels, and bedding. 
I was always well stocked up on food and other household necessities. 
I loved the fact that alot of folks depended on me to make the right decisions. 
I thought I was a good and decent man. 
I loved the holidays and celebrated them with much gusto. 
Nothing rattled me. In a crisis, I was at my best. 
The weekends were playtime and a chance to rest up for the oncoming week. 
I smiled, alot. 
I loved being the guy that everyone came to when they needed $20 bucks, a smoke, a sandwich, or a ride home when they'd had a little too much to drink. 
I loved going into "my tattoo shop" and being called the toughest sonofabitch in KC. 
I could watch a movie, from start to finish, and never get lost trying to figure it out. 
I was a kind and gentle soul. 
I was very giving. If I had it and you needed it, it was yours. 
I loved doing the dishes, as well as the other chores around the house. 
I loved having a hundred gallon tank of energy every day. 
I loved looking at a map and deciding where the hell I wanted to go next. 
The thought of dying, or wanting to be dead, never crossed my mind. 
I had no use for the internet, or anyone that spent most of their free time on it. 
I could spell. 
I loved working. The harder the job, the more I liked it. 
I loved romance, and dreaming of kissing the "right Lady" sometime in the near future. 
I loved the fact that my three daughters thought I was the coolest Dad on the planet. 
I loved being smart, on just about every topic under the sun. 
I loved setting up tree stands and everything else that needed to be done to get ready for hunting season. 
I was never hungry, not the real hungry anyway. 
I was proud to be a "Lone Wolf". I fought my own battles. I cleaned up my own messes. 
I thought I had a shitload of friends. 
I was completely comfortable in my own skin. 
I gave a fuck. About everything. 
I loved running, jumping, and acting goofier than a bar full of drunken mice. 
I never once remember feeling lonely. 

Big hugs & Hot coffee. Kevin aka "Tattoo"