Alright. For the first time, I’ve been needing to get off my chest. Or back in this instance. I may have mentioned something about the recliner in one of my mental health posts, but if not, I will get around to that.

What’s going on with me is bizarre. It started a couple years ago AFTER a couple years before then. Exact dates would be helpful, but to be honest, unless its written down, I don’t remember too good. Anyhoo, I had flipped my motorcycle. Landed on my back. No issues right away. I actually got back on it all banged up, both me and the bike.

Fast forward a little bit… I was a stagehand for a while and at the Bridgestone Arena, there was a concrete chunk dug out by something. It was about 6 inches in length and maybe an inch deep. Not that that is important but… onward.

It’s load out time and we go to our departments and break it all down and get it ready to push. Well we got everything ready to push for the trucks. We grab something and wheel it up to the loaders and they pack it in. This is practically balls to the wall, about 50 people are really pushing to close it up.

One of the last things on this gig was audio. I grabbed a stack of speakers move it out of the way to wrangle some o/c cable into a feeder box. And as I was pushing the cable box, I hear, “watch out”. I without hesitation grabbed a handle, as did 3 other people. I just so happened to be in front of its path. But… luckily we all was able to right it back up and send it on.

But right there’s where I had never felt what wasn’t quite pain as it was intense spasms in my lower lumbar. But I couldn’t move. I was driven out of the building in one of those maintenance gator carts.

From then on, I had not been able to comfortably sleep in a bed. And fast forward to a couple years ago. I was recommended to sleep in a recliner. And ever since, I haven’t had a bed to sleep in comfortably.

So day after day, night after night, I sit in a recliner. I sleep in a recliner. I’m alone in a recliner. And the more I sit in it, the more mental I become.

I don’t sleep well. Not without meds. But it doesn’t seem to matter in the recliner. The chair has its own personality. Doesn’t matter which one. Each one is different. But this one is leather. Well worn in. Its a decade old for sure.

I sit here and its comfortable. But its not for sleeping. At night it tells me its had enough. The whole reason I use the recliner is to sleep. Yet not at night. I can’t get comfortable. I try the couch and its no better. And the bed is still a no.

So I sit. I sit in the recliner until I doze off. I sit in the recliner until it swallows me into the dream state. I’m not comfortable. But I doze into a deep sleep. And have the strangest reoccurring dream. All I see is sandstone architecture. It looks like it should be the way it looks on the outside, but its the same inside and out.

And when I wake up remembering a particular room of this house. Then I look at the recliner as I wake. I know I slept. I remember the dream. But I’m no longer uncomfortable in the recliner.

Sometimes when I lay back all the way, it plays a funny game with me. It wants me to feel as if I’m falling off the headrest and spilling onto the floor. Silly chair. It almost had me.

About the Author Glenn R. Beaver, Jr., Creative Director

Business Owner-Creative Director of BeaversDen-General Media: Advertising, Marketing & Public Relations. Well, thank you... for taking the time to read this. The year is now 2019, at Christmas about to celebrate with very little and bring in the New Year in just a couple weeks. Trump is president, and I swear it has divided people morally and financially arguing over his impeachment. A house divided can’t stand. And it’s been this way for two, maybe 3 decades. It’s hard to tell. I guess it depends on who you ask. This is where I’m at now in my life. A few years back I’ve endured a couple of back injuries. And it’s been a scary, alienated or estranged journey to nowhere really. I was a singer-songwriter. And I've been in the media industry since 2006. I started off in music back in 1998 as a young singer-songwriter in the neighborhood of Collective Soul in Stockbridge, Ga. Will Turpin was a friend of the Open Mic host Jason Fowler who would host the shows @15thStPizza every Wednesday night at 6pm-11pm (or later). And every Wednesday Night, I would perform. From time to time, I would see the band members of Collective Soul pop in as neighborhood hero celebrities. It was a real inspiration. It wasn't too much longer after that I met other musicians that were fairly larger than life. Jermaine Dupri for example. After a while, I the starstruck appeal no longer phased me. Especially after working with a few great people doing audio. Which... I went to school while I was in the Military. I CLEP'd almost every class from a proxy classroom called SOCCOAST Afloat. I took my bachelors in business and never stepped foot in a classroom. Non-matriculated. One year. My major was entrepreneurship. My minor was humanities. 2003-2005. I got out of the military and started school with an associates degree in applied science. General Media. My concentration was audio. My sub focus was digital film. 2006-2009. I've been marketing and doing service work most of my working life. Advertising I've been doing since 2009 when I developed the stage name Vallis Castor. I put out an album in 2011 called Wounds of Love. It is still in the top SE results. I've been doing graphics for quite some time. Here and there as a hobby. But more of late as a tool for the occupation. And now, I have utilized my skills for the commerce aspect and I am looking to give back to the society that I have received great experience from. And here I am, offering advertising, marketing and public relations services with analytics, search engine optimization and graphic design. It’s a working knowledge learning curb. But I’m willing to grow with you if the business candor is reciprocated. Be well, readers.

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