markie d: : Kid in a Pit! And a Water Hose?

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Kid in a Pit! And a Water Hose?

Hands and feet bound in a rope, I was buried in the backyard up to my neck. I was thankful to have them build a concrete-block igloo around me so that the Veloci-Raptor couldn't gouge out my eyeballs. But when the plastic yellow tarp came out.... I freaked. No tears (it was the Viking code)... but I screamed and pleaded for help wondering if they had plans to suffocate me.

I hoped one of the hippy chicks would find compassion in their heart and stop the boys - but their silence equated to complicity in the crime.

I was pretty sure my bothers and their commie-gang wanted me to die...maybe because I made it back alive from Salton Sea (5/13/13) and they really did have a "plan" for family downsizing... Murder!

The decroded, rust-stained, smelly old tarp was thrown over opening of the top of the "Igloo of Death" and that was when the water hose came out.

A WATER HOSE?

We had no use for a water hose other then for the precious "Mexican Tomato Plants" the boys were secretly growing in the far corner of backyard - patrolled by the notorious Rooster - known throughout Venice as the Veloci-Raptor!

What good was a watering hose for when we didn't have lawn in our gigantic backyard - only weeds and an abandon tear-drop trailer.. several boats... a couple cannibalized cars...petrified tires... putrefied spark plugs and carburetors on the way to becoming one with the earth.

What are you going to do, "water old spark plugs and car tires and get a new Ford?" NO! There was no reason for the Water Hose. It just kept getting worst... AND I WAS SCARED!

"Help...somebody! Help the kid in a pit," I screamed into the deaf atmosphere.

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No Other Family Like Ours - seriously

WHAT OTHER FAMILY IN THE WORLD let all of the monkeys out of the Zoo, been pranked by the sitting President of the United States in a rouge encounter, chased in cities, chased out of cities and chased down by the cops. Who in their right mind voluntarily electrocute themselves just for fun and dared to electrify the nuns around the corner—who neither volunteered nor had fun? WHAT OTHER FAMILY has had more broken bones, pulled more pranks, have had a plethora of runaway rattlesnakes and other large reptiles terrorize their neighborhood. WHAT OTHER FAMILY grew Mexican Tomato plants that never grew tomatoes and had leaky boats that refuse to float or Escaped death more times? Who had cars on blocks, trucks as trash barges and flowerbeds sprouting rusted bikes, mislaid sparkplugs and abandoned carburetors instead of flowers? Meet the DAHLINS

And to think we survived and came out normal—well, mostly.

The Truimph of Overcoming

I use the word dysfunction with deliberate intention and with great respect in serving the main point of this blog. In the wild ramblings of a kid I ruminate on the idea that my family was not just dysfunctional but was the “most dysfunctional family” on the planet—that’s the set up.

As I look to the other “normal” plain-wrap families next door and across the street that had tidy yards and flowerbeds believing that the grass is greener on the other side (well the grass was greener), it shouldn’t shock anyone to realize that there is dysfunction in all of us—often times masked by tidy lawns and clean exteriors. Along with joy, success and adventure, life is filled with disappointment, failure, pain, and betrayal from those who have let us down. This is what it means to be human. I admit that I faced some disappointment in trying to fit in and longed for acceptance as the youngest boy of our wolf pack, but in large part I can honestly say that I had more fun and more adventure, in what I would call a happy childhood—despite the numerous broken bones. Yet, I would be remiss if I did not brag a bit and say, “Yeah, but...Look at all the great stories.”

Though, I dig deep into the mind and explore the full range of emotions of this young kid who felt detached, wondered about his existence, about his place in the family and his connection to the universe—He came out okay.

The older Markie D loves his brothers and sisters and holds no grudges.

Markie D has found this elusive connection to the universe and is well adjusted—and yes, still a little bit crazy. He has been married for 34 years to an amazing artist, Kerry, and has four incredibly gifted and talented adult children.

Oh, BTW… He mows his lawn, parks a car in the garage and has flowers in the flowerbeds and desires boats that float and less adventure in every outing and more "plain-wrap."

May you find your connection to the universe that brings healing, wholeness, forgiveness and a sense of hope as you look to your future.

markie d:

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Thursday, February 27, 2014

Kid in a Pit! And a Water Hose?

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