The Runtyun

She was born the same month that I was, forty years later though. When the excitement of the birth was over and the baby was clean and wrapped up in her birthing cloths, when I stopped feeling woozy and found a certain control over my emotions. The nurse handed me the cooing little bundle–my daughter.

She was warm in my arms. All I could see were her eyes, they were so big. I know that at only a few minutes of age there is not very much for a baby to reference, yet she looked straight at me and she had me. At the time I did not know the adventures that I would go through as a father. The things I would endure as a parent and man. At the time all I saw were eyes and a bright red pudgy face and a little bubble of saliva at the corner of her mouth.

I put her down on the birthing table and just stared. What had I done? This little creature, perfect with ten toes and ten fingers, one little head that looked too big for that little body. What had I done? I put my hand out to her to see what she would do. Nothing. I guess she could not see–being only few minutes old. My finger brushed her hand, she did not jump, but reached out and gripped my finger. She was strong!

She would have to be strong coming into the life I was involved in. We went through a few struggles before getting to the somewhat stable life we live now. During her toddler years she was very out going. Her smile in the morning was brighter than the sun at sunrise. It carried me through some of my darkest days.

Now she is so wise, yet strangely naive. She can understand things beyond her years, yet in another minute ask a question so innocent that I can only wonder. The Runtyun is growing into a fine person despite my parenting skills.

I have stumbled through this whole parenting experiment and you know what? She is doing pretty well despite me.


Monday, November 6, 2017

Why are we living like this?

I’m gonna put my self out there and ask a question. A tough question that we all need to look into. This one is to those who knew me in the bad old days. Yeah, those days when I was arrested for beating the mother of my daughter. Yeah those days when I was doing drugs that were illegal. Yeah those days when I crashed my bike going to work when I was too fucked up to do anything but do more drugs.

I have a military background. I like to wear Cami IUBs and boots. I am fascinated by all things military, guns, stealth, Patriotism.

DO YOU TRUST ME TO BUY AND CARRY A GUN OF ANY SORT?

Because I CAN! I can get a weapon, the same as the idiot in Las Vegas. Just like the stooge from Sutherland Springs, Dallas.


DO YoU TRUST A SYSTEM THAT ALLOWS SOME ONE LIKE ME to purchase guns like that?

THINK.
Please think about it.

Think hard, because our safety and the integrity of our WONDERFUL country NEED you to understand the consequences of your thought…

I am Neil M. Turner. I Lived in Atlanta, GA.


Think hard, you advocates of no kind of Gun Control.

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