I woke up today and the rest was gravy. I say this the first half hour I’m awake.  Followed by I forgive everyone of everything so that I can put peace in my heart mind and soul.

While having a spliff, tobacco with two hits of weed, I wake up.

Then I comeback up stairs and play Adventure Communist,  it’s a stupid game I play.

Today, I had a Sunday.  I started doing some work for a friend. This is my day off. Tomorrow I’ll be up at 6am.

I got laundry done. I had some rice and eggs for lunch and dinner.

I look at what is it that fucks up my evolution.

I don’t kill shit, but I kill it by proxy and get the meat already butchered.

That doesn’t work for me. If I could kill an animal, then I don’t just deserve to eat it, I have the responsibility to eat it and figure out what to with what’s left.

Eating flesh tastes incredibly good. Specially when one knows how to cook.

I know what I’m giving up. I’m doing it by choice. I feel good about making that choice.

Eggplant tastes like eggplant. Meat tastes like murder and murder tastes pretty damn good. Dennis Leary

This went off in my head as I was in writing. I watched the special that that bit was from so many times I had memorized the entire special.

This is not something I’m proud of, but I did it.

Over the week a couple couldn’t be silent.

The guy, notice I said guy, was making fun of others in a town he used to live in. I still live here.

I take shit from anyone. I said some shit. This went on all day until I pointed out the psychology of a bully.  He can dish it out to whomever he wants, but he can’t take when someone tells him the truth about what hes doing.

Then his girl of a wife says she’s going to be looking into me to out me about anything she can find.

I told her I’m an alcoholic, pill addict, sex addict, recovering. I don’t keep my skeletons in a closet,  I put them out for the world to see.

Guy, dude, man.

Girl, broad, woman.

I’m a man who doesn’t hide who he is even if he should. That’s what makes a man, knowing when to do the wrong thing.

It’s a matter of standing alone knowing that no one is coming to your rescue. It’s on you, you opened the can, now kick some ass.

I don’t like giving myself this kind of pep talk.

I knew when the moment I started typing that this was exactly what was going to play out.

Reading the future is not something that is one of my abilities. However, I notice human behavior and as long as one stays in a rut, one can see the future. 

That’s what psychics do. They read you and tell you exactly what you want to hear.

I was a phone psychic for about 6 months.

I’ll never do it again.

Most people want spies and that’s why they call a psychic. I wish to all that was holy I was lying. However, that’s what most of my calls were.

This my day at the end. I’ve already smoke two joints and now I’m going to smoke more so I can get some sleep. 

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.