I wonder how bad things really are. In the neighborhoods round here I don't see many people. Driving around is expensive. I don't drive much at all anymore. I think it is recommended now one buy an electric car that won't go far anyway. Most of the time I want to stay home and guard the house. Every time I leave for work I wonder if when I return it will have not been broken into.
I know that around the world the Drug War makes a difference. Over and over I've said so. Said over and over separating drug smugglers from weapons smugglers would make us all safer.
Damn I wish I had some more energy. I'm tired.
Holiday seasons of the past creep into my memories. I see in my minds eye a black and white photo of me in innocence on a tricycle in front of a Christmas Tree. I have no other memory.
Sure enough I have memories of something like buttoning a shirt, herbal or being stuck between where I left, health and where I was headed.
Beverly gave me a potato before I left on the highway with my thumb out and 15 dollars. Years ago I slept in ditches.
More have had to live as I have than those with degrees. I just thought things would work out if I kept working.
Now it is still murky since it is a crime all around to do anything at all, and think anything at all.
Hope is a failure in itself. I become a stranger to myself. I look forward to a job as a professor teaching hopeless children how to become successful criminals.