Posted on craigslist and flagged, as usual.  The holidays are here and I have no friends and no plans, censored missed connections, and a home that’s as public as a coffee shop… not to mention, I’m barely welcome in any coffee shop.  My plans for the Summer were mostly sabotaged, though I continue to persevere.  Giving…

I have not used WhatsApp for many years and I was surprised to see an old flame appear in my contact list.  Apparently, it was because I have a new phone number and it wasn’t blocked.  The following are the last two messages I have sent, and I am now deleting that app and her…

So much for fun and planning in the land of sex and money – anything could happen.  Or, not.

Ending the day with some work, at least… this morning was not necessary.

Another few days of mostly harassment, stalking, and manipulation. Another lonely Saturday night, like usual. The standard NLP bullshit, if not some negative crap, just ‘nap’. But the same sexual testing, nonetheless. This is the epitome of institutional abuse, but I’m being singled out, too. Weeded out. Nobody cares about me.

Someday I will meet a woman who loves me and wants me enough to talk to me and make plans.  Then, I would take her to the places where I grew up to hike the trails where I played as a kid, or explore the desert on a road trip, or take a holiday out…

Equals 10 Billion : 10,000,000,000

So, it’s the 4th of July and the beginning of a week long heat wave with temps reaching over 100F. My plans are on track but very far behind – a month behind on plans that were a year behind to begin with. As a result, and due to overall logistics, my approach to time…

Just a line and a hook is all one needs to go fishing in Mexico. A small stone may be used as a weight, a broken stick for a float, and anchovies found on the shore for bait… with just a line and a hook, fishermen go to the bay to catch dinner.

More cloak and dagger bullshit… today, after dropping off an order on 2nd, I drove past Bodhi on the way to my next delivery. Definitely unwelcome, though yesterday seemed different. Nothing has changed about my driving routines, except that I don’t go to the guitar shop and I buy coffee elsewhere. But even a note…

It was the first one this year for me, and the weather couldn’t be better for a farmers market. Sadly, there are no strawberries yet, which goes along with the water being too cold still to float the river, but a good walk all the same. Way too many people, nobody I knew… I avoided…

I had planned on staying, 45 minutes on the meter, 20 minutes from home.I had planned on playing, finding a spot, seeking out some harmonious vibe.Effortless, if I follow the path of least resistance, always leads to the river.The mind can wander, with nowhere to go. But the spirit wasn’t there. Motion, emotion, always still…