My life is a cluttered drawer if you looked inside you would see a variety of pictures.
Pictures of places far and near. Pictures of friends, family and loved ones. In the back of
the drawer tools for the tinkering that everything seems to need at one time or another.
Different types of music would be scattered throughout the drawer on tapes and CD’s for
the good times and the bad.
     Often I sit in my room and look back at all the pictures of the interesting places I
have been, the unusual sights I have seen and the people I meet doing it all. A picture I
often look at is a picture of Time Square New York. This particular picture I took myself.
I look at this for motivation, motivation that one day I will be in the city of opportunity.
The picture I keep right beside my new York picture is an army photo. A photo of one of
my buddies out in the field gun by his side. This picture gives me a completely different
feeling. A feeling of appreciation for the solders that are fighting for our country at this
point in time. Every parent or friend with a picture like mine I’m sure, knows the feeling
of wondering will they be sent, or asks the question will they come back.
     As the drawer slides more than half way open now the stacks of CD’s and tapes
begin to come into view. The tapes mostly of childhood music that got lost or out grown.
The lessons or sharing, and good attitude all waiting to be passed down to a cousin or
niece in dire need. The CD’s in the drawer I am sure have been pulled out, and again
returned depending on the mood, or the company. As for the artists of these CD’s, mostly
String Cheese, a semi blue grass band with a song for every mood.
     At the far back of my cluttered drawer there are several tools. The tools you
would find in my drawer are common tools. The tools needed just for the basic
workshop. Both kinds of screw drivers, Phillips head and a flat head. A hammer, and last
but not least needle nose pliers. With this set of tools I feel I can fix, or “rig” almost
anything I own to a certain extent. This set of tool would also cure the boredom of
everyday life. Scratch up some nails and grab my trusty hammer with a cuple of planks of
scrap wood, in my mind that can cure the boredom of any uneventful Saturday. The
screw drivers are for any and every thing with screws, from the lose door knob to the
leaky faucet that lost a handle years back. The pliers I keep in my drawer are for the hard
to reach spots that you always seem to drop the most important thing you own.      
          All in all I would consider the drawer my life consists of a junk drawer.
Little things that people along the way have passed by and drooped in. A collection of
items with no real connection but myself. my life is like a cluttered drawer if you looked
inside you would see me.