I Have Moved

Sunday, October 31, 2010

I am now writing here:

http://www.sirjacksonpeaks.com

I hope most of you will make the move with me.  I grew frustrated writing here and resorted to writing only in private with my journal.  I'm now going to resume my public writing at the new site.  Thanks to all.  Hope everyone is well.

Words are Wisdom.

SJP

Barren Mind

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

I've been in such a lull of creativity lately. It has, in all honesty, been frustrating at times. I'm starting to feel like I'm out of my slump, though. I'm hoping to resume work on my novel in the very near future... looking for a last bit of inspiration.  I always feel guilty when I am absent from this writing space.


In other news, I'm now engaged to the love of my life. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world... I get to spend the rest of my life with my best friend.


Over the last several months I have awoke to slowly discover just who I am. It's a strange feeling--learning who you are. 


I'm starting to discover what brings me happiness in life. A word of advice, friends [true friends that have been there since your genesis & new friends that deserved to be there all along] are much more important than anyone can ever tell you. I am honored to have the friends I do... and even more so to be one to others.


Words are Wisdom.

Random Realization #∞

This band [Manchester Orchestra] has seen me through some of the worst times, and the best.


15 Weeks: A Post Op Progression

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

It has been far too long since I last updated--apologies.  Life has been fairly busy, as has the recovery from my surgery back in December.  It is, in all honesty, hard to believe that this week marks fifteen weeks of post-op recovery.  Sometimes it feels just like yesterday that I was stuck in bed, leg strapped in a machine, anxiously waiting to be able to walk again--and to do so without crutches.


Physical Therapy is tough work, as it should be.  It's nearly impossible to push myself as hard when I'm doing PT workouts on my own.  There is something specially motivating with having someone stand by and challenge me through my workouts.  There is nothing more satisfying than pushing myself to the point that my body says it's time to give up, and then pushing on a little further just to show myself I can.  Victory.


I enjoy PT days.


I have progressed well, considering everything that I went through with surgery.  My surgeon is extremely pleased with my progress, and feels encouraged by my overall recovery.  Sure, I have had a few setbacks along the way.  However, nothing has prevented me from maintaining my forward progress.  The pain comes and goes.  The soreness lingers.  But, progress is always progress--no matter how slow it may be.


My entire team that has been working with me through this surgery and recovery has been more than perfect.  If I had to start this process over again, I would do so with the exact same team.  I feel as though we have all learned from one another during these 15 weeks.  I know they have taught me a great deal about myself--I can only hope I have done the same for them.


Feel to live.


- SJP

The Running of LeRoy Baker: The Evidence

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Juniper Grove
Peaks County, Colorado
November 21
10:00am


     The body of Tom Short was found by a group of children just off of Main Street in Juniper Grove, shortly after 10:00am.  He was face down in the narrow alley between Carla's Cafe and the Rutledge Family Bakery; covered in snow, his boots were the only visible clue to his presence.  Due to the storm, it took Sheriff Maxwell longer than the usual twenty minutes to drive up from Rockpoint and secure the scene, allowing ample time for the rumors to begin to swirl.  Meanwhile, the children that had originally discovered a dead Tom Short, had walked all around the body, destroying evidence--as he was the only mysterious death in town for at least ten years. The small gathering of the breakfast crowd from the cafe and bakery didn't help the situation, either. Coffee and baked goods in hand, the crowd started to spread conspiracy rumors, and even speculation about a killer at large. No one was certain as to how long Tom had been dead, or by what means, but according to one of the kids he was like a block of ice.


     "I bet he owed money to some of the Natives from the casino," said an old lady while stuffing her face with a donut.
     "Yeah, I heard he was in debt.  I reckon he borrowed too much and they came a callin' for a payment," agreed another.
     "Always was asking for spare cash whenever I saw him."  Said an older gentleman.
     "Oh hush!"  Shouted Mrs. Thacker, the retired librarian. "Everyone knows he used to have a drug problem.  I bet he got caught up in it again and just took too much."
    "Well that doesn't explain the blood, Mrs. Thacker," said a small voice from behind the crowd.  Twelve year old Johnny Davis had never been known to be shy about his opinions.
     "What blood?"  Asked Mrs. Thacker.  "Johnny Davis, don't you be telling lies. No one has said anything about blood on poor ol' Tom here."
     "But Mrs. Thacker, when I wiped the snow off the top of his head it was colored with blood.  The back of his head had a lot of blood and stuff on it too."
     With that, the crowd of gawkers moved in closer for a better look at the frozen body of the apparent debt ridden, drug taking, town mooching, dead, Tom Short.


     "Now everyone just take a step back!  If anyone else tramples on my scene I'm going to have a full jail tonight," shouted Sheriff Maxwell as he shut the door to his Tahoe and started walking from the street.  The county medical examiner, Buford Riley, followed in step.
     "Sheriff, Johnny Davis said he saw blood all over Tom.  Said it was all over his head and in the snow."  Said a worrisome mother as she clutched her newborn slung across her shoulder.
     "It's true Sheriff, there was a lot of blood, but only around his head.  I think he must of hit it, or something." Chimed Johnny with an air of importance.
     As Sheriff Maxwell and Buford Riley leaned over the body and turned an ice cold Tom Short over on his back, it was very evident what the cause of death had been, and the two men knew then that they couldn't share the harsh truth with the crowd of onlookers.
     "Well, listen up everyone," began Buford.  "We'll know more once we get the body in out of this weather, but it looks like Tom took a slip on the pavement and cracked his head open.  The Sheriff and myself will let the paper know what the cause of death was, but please no one here call Tom's mother.  That's my job."  Buford knew he was lying, but also knew there were more questions that needed to be answered before the public could know the truth.
     "Sheriff," said Mark Rutledge, the 58 year old owner of the Rutledge Family Bakery, as he walked over to the Sheriff and Medical Examiner.  The rest of the onlookers moved on with their morning.
     "I think I've got something that you need to take a look at."
     "What is it?" asked Sheriff Maxwell.
     "It's a video."
     "Inside or outside?"  The sheriff grew more interested.
    "It's our security footage from our side door," said Mark.  "Our side door in the alley."


Sheriff Maxwell's interest was peaked by this new evidence. Granted, it was quite clear from looking at the hole in the forehead of Tom Short that a slip on the ice had not claimed his life.  The real question was who pulled the trigger, and why?