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The Games I Play

This blog contains my personal written work, fiction and non-fiction. Please don’t steal any of it from me (you know the rules) or I'll have to hunt you down and whack you senseless with a heavy, wet newspaper. I started this blog because I was looking for a place to post my stories. I have come to find it's a good place to "spout off." As they say in the introduction to WWE’s Monday Night Raw, ‘Some material may be offensive to some people. Viewer discretion is advised.’

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In the never-ending search for ever-elusive happiness, a small semblance of stability, hair-stand-on-end adventure and distant travel, the ultimate physical conquest, the perfect meal, a peaceful moment to end a harried day, a dream that doesn’t need to come true but simply must keep returning, and certain lurid things my mom wouldn’t want anyone to read about here or anywhere else, I try to find my unique and distinct place in the world through honest and forthright means of communication. In 1997 I authored and self-published a novel about a belligerent and spirited young man in the process of meeting and ushering along his adult fate. In the advertising I created for it, I wrote a little something about myself that I'd say still applies today: "Most of all, I am prolific and dedicated ... My work expresses an intense imagination and street-wiseness. It is usually reality-based, alternately amusing and poignant; often laden with my deeply facetious sense of humour. At this point in my life, I find myself drawn to tales of misguided youth and people on the brink of insanity, and stories of folks struggling to make peace with themselves and their environment."

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

For Kim, as always



There have been two distinctly wonderful days in my life and both rank worlds ahead of any other day I could even imagine. One was June 15, 2001, when my wife Kim and I welcomed our amazing little girl into the world. The other was September 19, 1998, when Kim and I battled the late summer heat and exchanged “I dos” in a cozy heritage-style chapel, later celebrating our union with 70 of our closest friends and relatives.

Eight years after that day, I am telling my best friend once again that there’s no one else I would rather be married to and share my life with … simply said and heartfelt.

Back in 1996 when I was a chronically ill 29-year-old with no job experience and seemingly few prospects, this incredible and inspiring lady took a chance on me. I could offer her no guarantees of a rosy future with all the modern-day trimmings, and yet she took me for what I was. I have been trying since then, in my own backward yet earnest way, to give her a happy life. I hope all the time that I am doing okay in this respect. She knows that even when I stumble and fall, I will never stop aiming to get it right. I wouldn’t try this hard for most people, but she’s certainly not most people. She’s always been worth the effort.

Happy 8th anniversary Kim. I hope I got the words right.

posted by Erich Schmidt | 11:45 AM

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