But in doing so run across some of my old tools as well as notes and trinkets and such...
...like this hammer.
It's eerie, because I just stumbled across it in one of the lower tool chest drawers while searching for something else, but just picking it up brings back an entire couple year phase of my life when I was in that 0ne-Man-Army mission from God to escape the evil women affiliated with the club scene while remodeling my entire house...with nothing but my bare hands, mind full of ideas, enough tools, materials, and know-how to make-it...and a (less-than-ideal-or-truly-helpful) turbocharger-button-pushing-habit (pain/heartbreak/whore-induced-trauma psychological override with the bonus of energy to put all my ideas into motion finally!!!...well...not so much...but one hell of an interesting True Hollywood Story)...yeah, that last string/series of 3 beyond-belief-badgirls combined with the precarious-but-carefully-otherwise-designed-and-insured-for-best-possible-safety research/pre-politics/pre-fame "Exponential Reality Bonus Street Cred + Hero Cred + Self-test Project" totally didn't help my Life or story in any way...but luckily I'm good at making the best case scenarios out of worst case scenarios...
Anywho, the point of this brief and completely random picture and upload, was to remind me to consider restoring and collecting my own tools and/or even have the wannabe Princesses/SuperAngels/Future Historical Role Models collect/keep track of all the beauty equipment they've used throughout the years of whatever?
Why? Simply because this made me realize the power of nostalgia and memory and fond association and the way that can be seen, filtered and reinvented into truly inspirational and motivating Art.
I spent YEARS damn near killing myself while pushing myself soooooooooooo hard beyond the limits and expectations of normal, in a helpless fight to just finish the mountain of tasks that kept pileing up and up and up against me with every one-in-a-million scenario and eyes and desires only about 70x more ambitious than there was actually time, energy, help, or reason to do things, but nonetheless...instead of being out being a pretty boy and dating models/actresses and focusing on a more traditional and direct career path, there I was for several of the best (from what some others say time/age-wise...but I'm different, and possibly special, so there is hope) years of my life, running about my house with that hammer hanging in a tool belt I had on from day start to whenever I fell asleep...sometimes on the floor with it still on.
I've pounded and pulled many a nail with this hammer, and most likely used it for a lot of other dumb and surprising stuff too.
Titanium bitches!!! Ooooh fancy. Meh, not really, but fancy enough to get the job done with a smile.
:)
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