Happy Saturday! I just wanted to say, if your not going to love me I’m still going to love you. This morning the coffee dispenser told me thank-you. This might or might not have happened. It made sense at the time? I won’t be blogging as frequent. The last book took a lot out of me and I’m letting the current energy I have exist for a while, and taking everything in stride. It’s a new space, not sure of what it is, but it’s good! I’m not forcing anything. Also, I’m currently building a chopper. (FUNNY STORY: The wife was pretty upset about me buying this. Understand, I didn’t ask for her permission. Two days later, engine swap and almost able to fire it up. She’s now upset that there is only one seat. . . I love her!) Enjoy yourself.

I was an old man for ten seconds. A hair dangled in front of my face, as if it were alive, as if it were dancing. The hair was mine, but I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It was making me cross eyed as I focused on it. To be honest, it wasn’t even about me being unable to look away from the hair. I was engrossed with the feeling of being old. I had just left or returned, I can’t recall? I was old. A sound of a plane flying overhead was heard, followed by a cold breeze. Perhaps the breeze or the sound of the plane had triggered this feeling – I can’t say? Voices, faces, places, and times, hit me at once. I was standing, swaying from left to right, no-doubt influence of being old. The voices, the faces, all said something, all at once. Some words were more distinct than others, but they were all saying something; perhaps nothing? I could see their egos, their insecurities, as they too were observing me with their standards of approval or disapproval. I was just too old to care, too old to entertain the entertainers.

Most of the time or some of the time? Again for the first time?

I think I’m getting tired, or just getting started . . .