blog as you are: david "chopper" campbell
Chopper--a former student whose novel I hope I'll see in print someday--truly takes the road less traveled. That road led him to rural Virginia, where he built a house with his bare hands. He's a karate instructor who could kick your ass, but as the peace-lovin' tie-dye below might suggest, he would probably choose not to. Here's how he spent Tuesday, October 29. Chopper (left) and his band, Kerosene Willy . 4:45 a.m.: Alarm alarms me. I begrudgingly get out of bed to go meet a karate student at 6. 4:50 a.m.: I remind myself that I choose to do this. 4:55 a.m. I drag a toothbrush across my teeth--pick the sleep from my eyes--put on sweats and hoodie--pack clothes for school. 5:00 a.m. Head out the door--start the truck--sit in the truck for a couple minutes. Blast Cat Empire to help sweep out the cobwebs. 5:05 a.m.: Back the truck up and head down the driveway. 5:25 a.m.: arrive at Frank's Food Mart--get Gatorade and iced tea 5:45 a.m.: arrive at ...