Boston takes you through my day sort of.

I worked last night for the 5th straight night. I’m hurting.

If any of you have read me, you know that on a 1-10 scale of pain, my 8 would kill most people.

I’m at a 9 on my scale, meaning most of you couldn’t live doing what I do. That fucks with me. For me physical pain is more of an annoyance than anything.

When I got home I get naked, put in my comfy clothes, rolled a joint and headed downstairs for coffee. I had filled up the Keurig before I left.

My roommate decided to empty it out and when I discovered that I had already smoked the joint. I am in pain, so my patience is limited.

Had that been the first time, almost every time I want to make a cup of coffee I have to refill the damn water reservoir thing up.

This is a little thing, that could get someone killed.

I know how deadly I am.

I could walk into his room and snap his neck, why don’t I do it?

Because I live by one rule, don’t go to jail.

That means anything illegal is off the table.

And tonight I had someone put me in my place and I didn’t like it, however she was absolutely correct I’m what she had to say. I’m dealing with it.

Philosophers such as myself have a responsibility to everyone.

We are the deep thinkers.

We solve the shit that you need solved.

It’s our place to run shit. Not politicians, really intelligent people.

There should be an IQ standard for and civil service. If you aren’t intelligent you don’t get to run anything but a business.

I look at the world with veteran eyes.

If you served your country allowing us all to not have to worry, you should run the country.

If we look at those who run shit, I don’t want any drunks. Alcohol destroys the brain and pickles the body.

I get why prohibition got started. I get why some religions have no booze.

This is me in pain.

This is me dealing with it.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.