I love to burn rods. God gave me a lot of time to think about the future of mankind.
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| I think if I want to weld again it will be for the arts. I would like to try some scuplture artistic work. I love to burn rods. God gave me a lot of time to think about the future of mankind. |
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| I KNOW WHAT HARD WORK MEANS! |
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| I started working in a shop when I was twelve years old. That is about the time my father started to work on a new fuel effecient natural gas engine. The Power Pac! I still love the old shop dogs. Keep it real. I love the common man. So many years of coming home grabbing a sandwhich, a cold beer and coughing my lungs to death. Bit of advice go slow on the Advil sinus and cold! That used to be my lunch along with a town and country sub sandwich. To work in a shop means to live there. To sleep on the dust is no big deal to a west texas shop rat. There is nothing like completing a project that you have sweated blood and tears over all day to see a sunset at the end of the day while drinking a cold lemon lime gatorade. I worked my self to death. Got to tweaked out on wanting to serve. The next welding helmet I get I think that I want to design some kind of Jesus Freak thing on it. Man I have sucked a lot of smoke. My favorite welding process is the good old fashion stick. My suggestion would be not to build sh.... on a concrete floor. Take time out and first put you a table together- your back will thank you later. Also wear a back brace when someone asks you to do them a favor. I pretty much grew up on the southside of the tracks but came home just to sleep on the northside. But I still love the southside at night, that is when I can pick a dark country road and do some star gazing. | ||||||||||||||
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| WELDING GAVE ME TIME TO PONDER THE UNIVERSE OF CHRIST MICHAEL | ||||||||||||||
| I have volunteered to help out some people in the past and have taken some stupid jobs. When you work around heavy equipment and especially metal you got to watch out for others especially your brothers that you are working with. Watch out! They will spin off on you. Watch out! Especially when you work with older epuipment that people could give a sh.... about maintaining it. I was electrically shocked on an old job that really f..... me up. Sometimes in the name of love you think other people will help you out like you have helped them out in the past. But in reality sometimes all that you need is a family of brothers to look out for one another. We used to pull 14 to 16 hour days in the heat of the summer. Take that kind of heat and throw on a leather apron with 10,000 degree ultra violet rays penetrating your skin- you can call that a hot one. I met an old guy once that used to drive around in a van and I never thought that years later I would be driving around in my dad's old white van, "THE MOON MOBILE"! I think back sometimes and wonder if I had done things a little different where would I be today. I know that when you are on a job and your working your ass off where you have to change the knotches on your belt, if something does not feel right in your heart and you question rather you should be doing this or not- DONT! Follow that inner voice. Follow that gut instinct. Couple old amigos that I miss. I was always amazed at all the hours I spent in solitude working away thinking about the future, the U.B., my old man, and the crew ********. So many nights I would lay on that damn concrete floor in another world almost as if I was trippen on something. God the sinusitis alone sometimes felt like a 1/8 drill bit being put into my temple. I get that from my grandmother on the White side. Man I used to pop advil sinus like it was candy. I know that at one point I thinned my blood out over the limits becasue my arm was burning so f..... hard. Here you would see me with these bulges in my pockets. On the left was my asthma spray, on the right was a pack of smokes. If I wasn't sucking on one or the other I was sucking the smoke of my flux. Welding is an art. It is a trade that makes you feel good about your self. To think that everywhere you go there are millions of things around us in our daily lives that required a weld. I think that me and my dad have spent more time worring about everyone else that we forgot to worry about ourselves. All the different shops that we would be at here in Midland along with my brother in law working the nights away just trying to figure out what can we come up with next that would be good for the world. There were times that we thought about disaster preparedness so much that when nothing would happen we would get back to the basics of working away. So many things that my dad would come up with that we would have to build a small model of it there in the shop. The tornado shelter was probably one of the best inventions, along with many other things that I'm sure the powers that be have profited off of by now. But in it all - I still love to chill at a shop and make things happen. When you are raised in a shop it becomes a part of you. The smell of natural gas when it is burnt, or the smell of Spraway Glass Cleaner while sipping on a warm cup of Joe. There is something about a little shop that is in your bones. Something about the blood that I come from that I still love. Something about this area of the world that is destined to be a part of "The Real Brotherhood of Man." | ||||||||||||||
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