I am a writer, or I am trying to be. Literacy is a never ending learning curve. I will be posting my printed work in my blog’s, if anyone is interested, check em out and leave me an opinion. And now, on to my least favorite subject, me, sometimes I feel like I am a million years old. There times when I hate humanity so much that I wish we would all burn up in a nuclear war, then other times I will see a moment of such beauty that I can not speak and am totally overwhelmed. I have tried for years to fit in, only to find out that there is no real norm, which probably explains why I get along with the fringe elements of society. I have been a lot of things, seen strangeness and horror, and traveled to parts of the world that many people would never see in a couple of lifetimes. My ancestry, I have a strange family lineage. The most I have gone back for direct lineage is the year 1086. His name was Turstin Filius Widonis; he was an Angle lord near Norfolk, England. He is the first with my last name, and it was granted as title to him. He changed his name to Thurstin FitzGuy and de Quarles was added on. There is very little documentation on the Quarles family in England until the 1400’s and after. The progenitor of my surname in North America arrived here in 1607 at Jamestown, Virginia and is on the Second Virginia Charter. There are knights, and Lords and Ladies in my family as well as war heroes, famous writers, and historical figures. There are even historical markers and monuments to us around the state. I am related to Mark Twain and Audrey Hepburn. My relation to Audrey was through the Van Ufford Quarles, Dutch nobility. The Bad Stuff Well, now we are on to other things. I am me; I am the sum parts of my bizarre life. Here are some of the events that have made me what I am today. I have been shot at. I have been stabbed, by my mom’s horrid boyfriend. Speaking of which, her succession of boyfriends, and Mister Stabber, warped my sister and I beyond all help with beatings, verbal abuse, and variety of cruel acts. My pets have been burned alive, drowned and one of them was shot off a fence post as I was watching. I have seen my sister beaten, her nose hit so hard it split open, her ear nearly torn off, and then tried to support her even though she went back to her horrible boyfriends. While I was over seas, I saw a man get his brains blown out by a soldier. I saw a boy shot to death and had to sit there and not move, lest I draw attention to myself. I have seen people abducted off the street and nobody did anything. I saw a family burn up in a station wagon and I can still smell it. I have survived 16 car wrecks, 3 motorcycle crashes, buried many friends, a little brother, my father and most of my family. I have caught my girlfriends cheating on me, walked in on it, let them make me feel bad and take the blame and take them back. I have had a girlfriend drive me to 3 suicide attempts. She got an abortion with my credit card and I did not find out till I got the bill. The Good Stuff Okay, if you have gone this far, then you can see that everything is not a lump of cold poison served with a spiked fist into my head. Here are some of the good things that have happened to me. I was once truly in love. In the mornings I would wake up next her, in that glorious tangle of limbs and pleasant soreness from intense sex, and felt her heartbeat and soft breath and not been able to tell if it was my heart or hers beating. We would not even have to speak to each other and knew what the other was thinking. I have seen beautiful sights. Jungles verdant and seething with life, I have cracked a coconut open in the early afternoon and drank its sweet juice, as I watched the sun set on the Caribbean ocean with my father. I have been to Patagonia and watched whales cresting and slapping their tales in the ocean, been close enough to penguins to see them clumsily toddle to the waters edge and then dive in, and I have seen ostriches tear across the plains. I have painted and drawn, written stories that have moved people, and told jokes that had people laughing so hard they cried. I have run for public office. I have helped the homeless. I am a scholar and an academic. I am a lot of things, and I do not apologize for anything nor do I ask for pity, I just am.div class="modmyprofileDOTcom"
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