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I've always wanted to title my "Bio", "Highlights of a Low-Life" and I'll be damned if I didn't Google that title and it has already been used by someone  else. Figures!

So, here's a bit about me: my name is Chan Hurst. I've been writing poetry,  short-stories, essays and memoirs for 25 years. My forte, though, is "Rhyme"  and I consider it to be the only "true" form of poetry. I know: quite a  debatable, controversial and fascist belief, but this is my fervent conviction,  for which I am unapologetic and shall never waver.

My greatest poetic  influences include Poe, Shelley, Keats and Dickinson. If you are looking for  "odes to nature" or "grandma" or some other mundane topic, I am definitely NOT  the poet to read. I write what's in my Soul, and stay true to my  aesthetic.

I'm 35, gay, partnered for the past 5 years and married in my  own mind and heart. I have 5 children: 2 dogs and 3 cats. I am physically and  mentally disabled, suffer from numerous mental illnesses, am an addict/alcoholic  who also suffers with chronic pain. I'm a highly opinionated introvert with a  staggering IQ (I'm not modest when it comes to intelligence). What you are about  to read now is a paper I wrote as an introduction about myself to my fellow  classmates in one of my many failed attempts at higher  education:

    I am of the opinion that unless you are  some kind of celebrity, no one wants to hear your life story.  Since I find  99.9% of the human race utterly uninteresting, I have no desire to hear about  your plights or triumphs so I don’t expect you to want to hear mine. I’m a  misanthropist, damn it. A jaded Cynic. Would you expect anything less?

 Ok, OK! You asked for it. You want to know so badly? Well, then, I’ll  tell you. I’m a self-professed geek. Yes, I acknowledge as much. It seems that  in today’s age, being a geek is much more chic and “in” than it used to be.  Thank goodness media expands our limits and perceptions of “coolness”. I mean,  hats off to such influences as “Big Bang Theory”, right? You remember all those  reasons you made fun of nerds and geeks in school? Yeah, well, apply them to me.  And may the Force be with you as you live long and prosper. Insert “smiley face”  emoticon.

 Now I will cryptically and enigmatically tell you how un-exactly deep  my well of coolness allegedly is. This will all sound pretty flakyy so feel free  to roll your eyes or LOL wherever you see fit.  Ok, you ready? Thought not,  but here we go anyway: I am that person, that friend of a friend of a friend,  who has seen and experienced the most indescribably incredible things your mind  can fathom on dark and stormy nights.  I’ve had the kind of close  encounters that those weird people on TV swear and attest are true. I’ve  underwent the kind of mind-blowing revelations that those levitating Tibetan  monks or jungle medicine men have probably known for eons. A hit of Timothy  Leary on the end of your tongue on a bright and sunny spring day brings the  universe and life into perspective. But so does walking in the Shoes of  Insanity!

 What else? Hmmmmm. Ok, well, like many of you, I’ve had a number of  adventures in my 34 years on earth. Like what? Patience, young Padawan; I’m  getting to that. For example: I lived overseas with the Kiwis for a time in New  Zealand. I’ve lived high on the hog, but also roamed skid row (but not with  Sebastian Bach). My fashionable myriad of mental maladies have shown me the  inside of The Cuckoo’s Nest on more than one occasion. I’ve nearly died more  times than I can attempt to count. I have climbed the heights of pure Nirvana  and suffered tragedy of the Shakespearean kind. I’ve had organs removed and a  toe amputated. Loved and lost; hated and gained. I’ve been locked up, tied down  and shot at. Just to name a few...    

 I mean, so I got kicked out of a private Christian school in the tenth  grade; hasn’t that happened to everyone? Is going to class on acid really that  big of a deal in the grand scheme of things? Does it really matter that I almost  killed an up and coming country music star back in the 90’s? Or that I used to  dabble in the occult and dress like Dracula? Why are you shaking your head at  me? Who are you, Saint Peter?

 Like most of you, I’ve had various careers over the years; everything  from the educator of your children (I know, someone did indeed drop the ball  when they hired me) and street pharmacist (the money was good!). Years ago, I  enjoyed being the night manager at a hotel (so what if I routinely fell asleep  and slept with the guests?). Once, I had the distinct displeasure of working for  UPS as a truck loader (if any of your packages got smashed or were lost, I  apologize). I’ve been a cashier one too many times (my bad if you got  short-changed). Flipped my share of burgers (what do you mean yours was “raw”?).  In 2006 I worked with the criminally insane (I know, right up my alley!) but  quit two weeks later after I was nearly choked to death. Yeah, I’ve done a  little of everything. What am I doing now you ask? Wouldn’t you like to  know!

Oh, lest I forget, can I get an “AMEN!” if you, too, have perpetrated  embarrassing acts that made your father wince and your mother cry? Can I get a  “HELL YEAH!” if you’ve partied too much and wound up in the slammer or  slept with someone who looked much better when you were drunk? Can I get a fist  bump from all my fellow “He-Whores” and “Jessebels”? No? What a bunch of prudish  pansies! Like I’m the only one who’s gotten too loaded and told everybody I  could play the bongos with my feet? Don’t act like you’ve never passed out in  public or urinated on the side of a church!

 Like everybody else, I could go on and on, yadda yadda yadda with some  blah blah blah, but I think you get the gist of it. I'm a weirdo; a freak and  geek, but damn proud of it. I am unconventional, controversial, unorthodox and  fascist. Hope that's not a problem for you lol.

 

 


I Nearly Killed a Celebrity, Once Upon a Time


Blog Posted:11/3/2013 12:30:00 PM

It was an accident! Swear to God; my hand on a stack of
Bibles: I didn’t mean to do it. Negligence would not have been a strong defense
had I actually killed him, though. Technically, I suppose, it would have only
been a charge of “manslaughter” since it was totally unintentional, and
considering I was just 14 at the time, hopefully the court would have had mercy
and shown me leniency, even if the rest of the world may have wanted my head on
that proverbial “silver platter”.  Now,
allow me to regale you about the time I nearly killed a celebrity…

My dad and his best friend Gary (a real estate agent) had
been frequenting “The Grapevine” in Lexington, Kentucky (their favorite
watering-hole and bar haunt) for some time when they met him. This was some
time before he was became famous and made his millions. John Michael Montgomery
was a regular performer at “The Grapevine” before he was discovered; he had befriended
my dad and Gary and they were all 3 good chums by the time John Michael was
signed to Atlantic records. You may recall some of his number one hits from the
early 90’s: “I Swear”, “Sold”, “I Can Love You Like That”, “Be My Baby Tonight”
(among others). Those of you reading who are unfamiliar with country music may
have no idea of whom I am speaking, but those of you who are country music fans
should be right along with me.

Being a native of Kentucky and nouveau
riche
millionaire, John
Michael wanted to buy some prime property in rural Clark Co. (where my family
and Gary lived), and Gary, being a real estate agent, was the first person JM
(I shall from here on refer to John Michael as “JM” in short) called up. So one
bright, sunny afternoon, my dad, Gary, JM and I all went to look at property
around Clark Co. In order to get a better look at the different locations, we
brought along two 4-wheelers with us: one for JM and one for me while dad and
Gary rode in dad’s huge pickup truck.

So there we were, riding and tooling around in rural farm
country, having a blast checking everything out. It was the first time I had
met JM and he, despite his new found celebrity status, was really just a
regular, down-to-earth kind of guy; friendly as could be and funny as hell. So
there I was riding around on 4-wheelers with this country music celebrity and
of course, I couldn’t help but to feel fortunate and like some important person
(insert a LOL here!), like a part of his entourage. This feeling of awesomeness
was not to last long, however, for
soon near tragedy ensued.

In the pickup, dad and Gary were driving well in front of us
on this rough, gravel road and JM was a good distance behind surveying the
land, and I was just a bit farther behind him, also taking in the scenery and
surroundings. I don’t know why, but dad suddenly slammed on his brakes, and
this is where things got chaotic and frightening.

So dad slammed on his brakes and JM stopped a few feet
behind the truck. I, on the other hand, was paying no attention whatsoever. I
was just riding along full-throttle speeding ahead, like I said, just taking in
the ambiance and atmosphere when WHAM! I slammed right into the back of JM’s
4-wheeler which lunged up and smashed into the tail-gate of the truck. Don’t
ask me how, but I managed defy physics and remain seated on my vehicle while
poor JM went flying through the air and landed roughly head-first on the
gravelly, rocky terrain. Absolutely horror-stricken, dad and Gary bailed out of
the truck and I jumped off my 4-wheeler and the 3 of us rushed over to JM who
was totally unconscious. Of course, we all were terrified that I had just
killed John Michael Montgomery, the up-and-coming superstar of the country
music world! For what seemed like an eternity, JM just lay completely still and
didn’t move a muscle. In retrospect, we must have all been in shock, not
knowing what to do, but after a minute or so, JM moaned and his eyes fluttered
open, much to everyone’s relief. Except for some bumps and a scratch or two, he
was no worse for the wear and after he finally roused himself, even started
making jokes about it. Dad’s tailgate, however, was bent all to hell.

Later on in the evening, we all went back to my parent’s
house where mom had just finished frying some chicken for supper, and before he
left, JM ate a drumstick in our kitchen. After that, we didn’t see JM much
anymore since he was busy touring and in the studio. I like to think of this
anecdote as the time I nearly killed (or severely maimed) a celebrity, and it’s
one of my few claims to fame (insert another LOL! here.) Hope you enjoyed
reading this true tale of terror (just kidding about the “terror”, but it is
100% true.) I, Chan Hurst aka “JustThatArchaicPoet” nearly killed a celebrity once
upon a time, many years ago! (Curtain falls.)



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  1. Date: 12/23/2013 8:52:00 PM
    Wow!!! What a story! Been reading some of your blogs. You're such a passionate writer and you're really entertaining to read. Always, Laura

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  1. Date: 11/3/2013 4:51:00 PM
    Holy smokes. I'll bet he will never forget you. I remember when he was new to the country music scene. Glad you didn't maim his good looks!

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    That Archaic Poet Avatar Just That Archaic Poet Date: 11/4/2013 8:41:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    lol Me, too, K! Thanks for reading. This one seems to be a dud!

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