This is a collection of my writing and correspondence with a few bits of poetry and random thoughts mixed in. I started this blog after learning that some of my letters had an uplifting quality. In the pages of this blog you will find my real life trials and tribulations, the nature of what I think is truth, and the dust and grit of my real life.
Showing posts with label failure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label failure. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Monday, July 25, 2016
Disowned
18th July 2014
Dear Cassi,
Today I was
given paperwork requesting that I sign over my home to Pony Girl and Pickle.
Can you say with any sincerity that I am wrong in thinking of myself without
family? This would be the third attempt at removing me from my mother’s estate,
and so I have no option but to ignore it as I have ignored the last two. There
is no crime in asking for the unreasonable only in forcing the unreasonable.
The offence is moral not legal.
Still,
there has been a crime committed and recommitted over the years cutting at me
and braking down my sensibilities. Why have I not done better in my life? Why
am I still at the mercy of these monsters? Is it that I am lazy or simply so damaged
as a man, or could the world I live in be to blame?
I remember
the first time Pony Girl tried to take my home from me. She came home from her
college graduation and insisted we sell the house. When I said no she said that
she would have me removed from my mother’s estate. Aunt Cabbage “will do it because
she’s daddy’s sister” Pony Girl said
to me and she honestly thought this was true. I talked to old Cabbage
about it and she said she wouldn’t do anything like that but now I’m not so
sure she was telling the truth.
The second
time was when Pony Girl moved out. She talked to Cabbages daughter (I haven’t come
up with a name for her yet) and look for ways to have me declared derelict on
the property. That was a total failure, because she had paid less than I on the
subject.
Now here is
the last time. They sent the paperwork over and at first I didn’t even look at
it but Pickle insisted that I at least read the bundle of forms. I did, and it
named me as a seller and not a buyer of the property. They had paperwork to
take my home away from me. Can I now call myself anything but disowned?
What will
the future hold for me, Cassi, will I one day be homeless like those I protect?
I don’t know. I can say is that I have a long road ahead and little to guide
me. I know I need to fight but I’m not sure I’ve even known how.
Stay safe,
little sister,
Richard
Leland Neal
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
The Torch 1995: Book Review
'The Torch 1995' is my freshmen high school yearbook and the book from which my last two months of letter post has come. It was a year of failure for my high school as I'm sure many years are even today.
Then, who would keep a year book to remember their school rather than the people that once went there and the fun they had? I'll be honest, high school was no fun for me and I didn't learn much. There friends I made have all faded away and now I feel like that was a lifetime ago, but I can't deny that I lived that experience.Who should read this book: Me
Total books read: 7 of 5,000
Pages: 249
Total Pages Read for 'The 5,000 Project': 1462
Thursday, May 21, 2015
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Thursday, January 5, 2012
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