Lone Wolf **NSFW Suppressing the Dream

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Families and communities at their best are there to support the individual in finding his or her dream, too often an individual suppresses the dream to keep the family and community happy.

Here is a story about a guy who makes some changes that are going to rub his peer group the wrong way and does them anyway.

sun-rays-hd-nature-wallpapers-1024x576Man what was that dream about and why do I feel so fucking lonely?

Fuck God, I sure as hell ain’t going that route again either; bunch of self righteous bullshit if you ask me.

Church of the women with the thick hips and gentle demeanor, if you ask me.

Too bad most of them want somekind of committment; it’s like they want to secure their future in me. It just makes me standoffish and cuts down on the sex. I have been around enough to know the future is somebodies dream or nightmare, I want to touch your cheek and grab your fanny right here and now. Well I hope those ladies find some peace because I am through with that bullshit.

Where’s my shotgun I feel like killing something. It’s still early enough, think I’ll drive out one of them Forest Service roads see if I can’t maybe find a grouse or two.

Man it is quiet out here, kind of nice for a change, screw this road hunting, Jesus am I getting that lazy? Lets meandor up that trial and see what we see.

Man it’s wierd sometimes when I am out here I wish I was an old time Indian, moccassins on my feet, letting my spirit power guide me. When I was growing up I coudn’t decide if I wanted to be an Indian or a mountain man, now I am just a redneck logger. Well at least I take pride in my work. Screw them city folk environmentalists, they don’t know a fucking thing. Come to the woods once a month and decide no one can make a living out here.

I wonder what old Joe is up to, he might understand about this Indian shit. The rest of those dipshits on my crew don’t think about nothing except beer and getting their candles waxed by Josephine down at the Lucky Inn. Not that I would mind that myself. But that girl, well she’s pretty, but there is a whole lot of crazy behind those smoldering blue eyes I can tell.

All right God, I am too fucking lonely, that is for sure. What the fuck do you want me to do about it and why are those good Christian folks so full of shit, ain’t an honest one in the bunch if you ask me. Well, if you are up there, and I know you are, someone had to make these trees look so beautiful. Tell me what to do would you. I remember being happy as a kid, whatever happened to that and how do I get it back?

You know what fuck those guys on my crew, I am going to make me a pair of moccassins, let them laugh their asses off, I don’t give a shit. I am going to see if old Joe want to build a sweat lodge too. Purify my soul a little and start over.

Oh my fucking God there is a wolf, first one I have seen, holy shit, it’s beautiful. I got a gun, but I ain’t going to shoot you no way.

Fuck that was intense. Shit I am going to change my name to Lone Wolf, they will probably run me out of the county, but fuck em, fuck em all.

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Hobo John

Hobo John here, I am a fifty year old man currently living in a small town in Idaho, this is also where I grew up. Like any Idaho boy I love the outdoors, and am a sports enthusiast. But I also love the arts and paint a little myself. In Proverbs it says, "A man's pursuit is his kindness, " and that is my only true mission in life. I like to write about just about anything; songs , children's stories, politics, short stories, however, I have not attempted a novel yet. I also consider myself a bit of a philosopher, after seven years of living the homeless life I actually started to enjoy it. I started writing little phrases that I hope contain some wisdom. I call them Hobo Metaphysics. "Gentle beats the shit out of aggressive," being one of my favorites. Peace to you folks, "I love you with everything that I have." That is my motto and the truth of things.

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