Drunks invite demons

I wish it wasn’t true, however it is.

I made it less than 2 hours before I headed to the park tonight. I’m here now at Sycamore Pool, commonly known as 1 mile.

I took a ton of shit tonight on Main Steet between 3 and 4th street.

No one cares that I’m a human angel. Until I tell them.

Hundreds of people walked through my bubble tonight. I have know idea what effect if any it will have.  However, my Friday night show is back on Main Street.

I like watching people. I don’t go into the bars.

I don’t like it when they get drunk. That’s when I leave and head to the park.

I used to do this off and on for 4 years and the difference it made it lives, one saved from dying. Several veterans got their memories wiped. 

I did a ton of good.

I’m going back every Friday on Main Street.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

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