Author: djibouti.jim

Well, it’s that time of year again. I’ve been sitting in the woods waiting for the sun to come up the last two mornings. My hands and arms are marred with scratches and pin holes. My fingertips are a nice shade of light purple. Yep….The blackberries are ready for pickin’ in Eastern Kentucky. Picking blackberries…

Batman was always my favorite Superhero. His powers didn’t come from a radioactive spider bite, he couldn’t leap tall buildings in a single bound, he possessed not one single superhuman power. He was just a good guy fighting against the forces of evil…albeit with an unlimited income and all the cool tools anyone could ever…

No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service. For as far back as I can remember I’ve seen that sign on the door of businesses across the country. I used to hate that sign…Especially in the summer months of my youth. But I understood it….nobody wants to sit down to eat just to end up staring at…

One of the earliest and most valuable lessons I learned in life is that you have to stand up to a bully. Take a couple minutes and watch this: bul·ly/ˈbo͝olē/noun a person who habitually seeks to harm or intimidate those whom they perceive as vulnerable. Now for those who haven’t known me all my life…I…

Living inside my mind is painful sometimes. I wouldn’t recommend it. Here’s what I know: A Minneapolis police officer is responsible for the death of an unarmed American citizen. Three other police officers stood by and watched it happen and did nothing to prevent the death. Four people charged with serving and protecting the people…

That’s it. I’m done. I’m officially a quitter. This will be the last post you see from me on Facebook. I don’t think I’ll ever venture back into social media. It’s just not worth the time and effort anymore. I didn’t think it was possible, but this Facebook has broken my spirit. I swear that…

I’ve gotta tell ya…it’s funny to be writing about things that happened twenty five years ago. If truth be told, when I perched myself behind the keyboard the night I last posted, I didn’t intend to write that story…I got side tracked in the memories of all the different shit that happened that year and…

I’m tired of talking about politics and viruses….So I’m not going to do it tonight. Let me take you back 26 years…to early May in 1994. The Hillbilly had just arrived back aboard the U.S.S. Trenton from a luxurious ten week vacation in Mogadishu, Somalia. Truth be told, I’d have rather stayed in Africa than…

A long-time friend of mine suggested that a colleague of his read this blog. I’ve never met him…I don’t know him. But after reading the posts on here, he asked the question “When do we rise up and fight?”. Revolution: noun/rev·o·lu·tion\ˌre-və-ˈlü-shən a: a sudden, radical, or complete change b: a fundamental change in political organization;…

co·in·ci·dence /kōˈinsədəns/ noun; a remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection. You ever find yourself looking at a situation and realizing there are just too many coincidences for your comfort? I’ve been there for the last couple weeks and the more laps I run around this stump the dizzier I’m getting. So…