ChristopherMacknightTulleyIsCool:re is initializing.

re– a prefix, occurring originally in loanwords from Latin, used with the meaning “again” or “again and again” to indicate repetition

 Expect a total retox//detox of everything you know about CTIC. From the small town Christian midwestener, to the thorn in Grace College’s side; the drunken master of the West Alabama Disappointment Factory, your favorite failure, the man of your dreams come to life in a dive bar. I was your coworker, your locker neighbor, your son, your ex, your future.  

ChrisTulleyIsCool:re is here

re:COVER

                Welcome back, fearless readers! Welcome to my third life. I am the third, and so far, most fxckin cool, Christopher Macknight Tulley yet. Will there be one better? I dunno, it’s hard to top this. Y’all better hold on for what the future Terminator version of Chris might be. I don’t think this blog is any good, but in a commitment to production, I’ll upload this ish. I don’t feel cool anymore, my writing style seems weak compared to my earlier works.

                Ok, So I’ve had the re: series floating around my mind pool for maybe four months now. As a bridge, my desire to reestablish my utter dope lifestyle to you, the public. The needy, the happy, the people. My fellow lowlifes, life can be cool. So in an unashamed, unabashed way, I welcome you ALL to ChrisTulleyIsCool:re  A re do. A reinforcement. A return to motherfucking cool shit. Openness about emptiness, and that feeling where you might just reduce to ash, and blow away this instant.

Re:COVER.

The reCAP of my life, the last cursed 27 years since a cold December night in 1992 when the Alabama Crimson Tide tackled the Florida Gators in the SEC championship (roll tide).

                My first life ranged from my earliest memories up until my marriage at age 23. So New Haven and Grace College, basically.  I was consumed by the bullshit bible belt bubble, I grew up in and around the church at all times. I cannot relate to this person anymore. I cannot remember what it felt like in the hallways of New Haven High School, or the basement of Beta at Grace College (Beta is Good!). That person, while youthfully naïve, was pretty fuckin dumb. Who let a kid decide to sell his soul to some made up god and spend sooooo much bank on college anyways??

                Many of my favorite stories are available on this site (https://christulleyiscool.com/2016/10/26/mylifechangingaccident/) so please, revisit those. First Life consisted of a sad kid that couldn’t grasp any identity. I struggled with deaths, injuries, and pants fulla piss. But that’s just it. Despite all the shitty cigarillos I hid from my dad, I was just a kid. I had higher hopes for 2.0 buuuuuuut shit. Sorry.

To anyone not aware of the shit I pulled back in the day, sorry, but I’ve only mastered more of the art of cool since then, so I can sincerely say, That’s not me.  Chris 2.0 started with *she who must not be named*, when we married right after her college graduation, and moved to my favorite place on the planet, Tuscaloosa, Alabama.

Up until I moved to Alabama in 2016, my dream was to move to Alabama. Then I got there, wife in hand, and holy fuck. I wanted to die. I attempted to kill myself 2x after *she* left. I only say this to say that if anyone out there is hurting, or wondering, or scared, that I’ve been there, and it’s going to be OK.

Anyways, when I moved to the promised land, the small-town Christian bubble popped. I was introduced to countless different outlooks through the U of A and all its lustrous wonders. I realized that in my first life, I had barely experienced anything. I was closed off to the real world, the world I reside in now. Where people can literally imagine and think and experience things where I, or you, could never comprehend.

I loved it, this sense of an open world focus, where I just want to experience and feel and think as many original thoughts and times as possible. I fucking want to do everything. I want to see, feel, smell and taste as many things as this universe can offer, because when I gave up God, I gave up eternity. What I have here now is it. I don’t believe in an afterlife. This is all I have.

So here’s the jist of the second Chris. Married, In Alabama, diagnosed with Celiac and Polycythemia (blood cancer). Driven into a drunken, manic state by depression, depression meds, and {REDACTED} (I can’t actually shit talk *her*, so no reason to). I broke my hand in a motorcycle accident, I adopted the real reasons I’m still here, Drew Brees the Dog, and Haley James Cat, fell in love with two very different and complex women, drank myself through my savings, and landed back In ol’ fuckin Fort Wayne.

Imagine my embarrassment, a failed marriage, a failed trip across the country, and a spot back in my parents attic. And thus, Lord Christopher 3, his HIGHness.

I worked at some of the finest restaurants in Tuscaloosa, and their best Best Buy; I loved my times there, the pets and I spent 2 months in the backwoods of Bama with my grandfather, but I honestly don’t remember most of it. After *she* was gone, I was in a drunken stupor for several months, until Bethany and Brees pulled me outta it (thanks Beth<3).

Bethany was the first woman I loved as an adult. I don’t count *the first one* and Jay in the same category as Beth. I had to live and love her on my own, starting from the lowest I’ve ever been. I grew more in the time I spent with Bethany than anyone, and wow, she looked so cool.

And that brings us to C3. I moved to Indiana in mid 2018. The rest of that story is coming to you eye holes soon.

re:COVER is intended to cover the past, and then put it behind us.  Kill it, if we have to. The future is going to be cool.