Dustman99

  Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Dusty. Webster's Dictionary defines the word dusty as an adjective, meaning filled, covered, or clouded with dust. Metaphorically speaking, I live my life much in the same way. I live my life fully, as if tomarrow will never come. It is important to me to make the "perfect" impression, and always like to create that memory, and leave my mark. I have learned through my loved onces lost pugnacious battles with life to become an aesthete, and though I was one before, things always seem so much brighter when you are reminded that one day you too will parish. I feel life is so beautiful, and many take it for granted. I learned through other's mistakes how not to live my life. Many people get lost in this world and live their lives through their carreers, hobbies, and all that is great. However, as the world turns, I prefer my own world, where my ideas build foundations for my palace in the clouds. Many who know me say I live with my heads in the clouds, or my finger on the trigger and afraid to squeeze. I think some abilities that God gave us were better than other like the ability to be random. I will butt into a conversation with the words "Turkey bastor!!" just to see your reaction. I am infatuated with the color blue, not because of its shade, but because the color triggers something in my mind, perhaps a past memory and I become happy. Thus, everything including my beloved car is blue. I like to travel, and when I find an area that I want to remember, or come back to I mark with a piece of blue tape. I am a lighting type of guy, and maybe thats a reason why I love Wal-Mart so damned much. I come and go as I please, and do not like to be leashed. Throw a leash on me, and like a dog...I am likely to chew it off. Through all this, and with what I have learned about myself I have invented a word. Webster doesn't know about this word "yet". One word that sums up my life, and how I live. One word that means Dusty Fuller. When I am seventy-five years old, and I sit at my old oak desk with a roll top to write my autobiography, I will not toil with the title. When I finish writing the last page, and I close the cover of the story of my life, there printed in highly embossed blue ink will read...."EternalBlueMemory"