Constantly Staying Busy *New Videos*

Over the last week I got back behind the editing booth for the first time in a while and actually churned out two new videos.

This video is to the song Til My Last Day by Justin Moore and is a dedication to my babydoll, Mandy. It's a fitting song and a cool montage if I say so myself, and I do.

This one is a video I put together as a tribute to the Jersey Shorelines. It's a nice trip down memory lane. The songs are Eric Church-Springsteen and The Drifters-Under The Boardwalk.

That's all I got today. It's been a long week. 

Jersey Strong (even from afar)

Since Tuesday morning I've been trying to figure out the words to express what has happened. I mean I'm not there. I haven't been there for over seven years now. But yet when I was sitting at the computer manning Twitter and news sites I felt like I was watching my home fall apart from a far.

No l didn't suffer power outages, flooding or property damage. I'm not dealing with hour plus lines at the gas stations or down phone signals. Yet it feels like a piece of my heart broke.

What can I possibly say? All the people I care about are okay. Between texts and social media, I know everyone is fine.

But something like this isn't supposed to hit home. I say the word home, because I still have alot of connections there. My past branches from there, I grew up in Jersey. I'm a Jersey boy, born and bred. I used to goto the shore every summer, and going into the city was always a big deal.

9/11 happened in my backyard practically and I remember hearing alot of people say this was our "Where Were You When" moment for our generation. Now this happened.

I'm not a big cryer. But in Wednesday when I saw the video of Seaside, I wasn't mentally prepared for it. I lost it, broke down and all I kept saying "This can't be. It's all gone. It's gone. I can't be gone." Years of memories were literally in the ocean. Then I kept watching video and listening to audio from the area, lower Manhattan is dark, Staten Island barely exists anymore. It felt like I was watching a nightmare, but it was real.

All this proved no matter how much I've grown up, I'm still the Jersey boy I was seven years ago, just grown up and wiser.

I want my friends and family to know I'm here, even if it's just a conversation via texting because your phone is still down.

I decided to pick up a couple of rebuild the shore shirts for charity, and I will proudly wear them around here. I'm not ashamed of where I come from and will continue to support those who need it.

I'm still proud to be homegrown Jersey. That will never change and this week proved that.