As I headed out, like many mornings, I stop just outside the door and take a deep breath.

Its not the best the location and the air in that particular spot isnt healthy but it is necessary, for my body and mind to make adjustments for the day.

Im sitting in a diner on the corner of Fourth and sw Washington, downtown Portland. The lovely woman heats my cheese danish and breakfast croissant sandwich. Shes been in this same spot for 12 years, it still amazes me that I am still here after all that time but where else would I go.

Just like today…. where will I go?

I barely have enough for a first months rent for a rat trap but I’m thinking to get an office space, at the least Id have somewhere to be creative and nap. I should, print some tshirts, and a few posters… maybe I can build again, justifying getting an office space instead of focusing on an apartment.

I’m not happy about my situation but I’m not sad either, these chances to find reason to express myself are golden. I only hope my will to survive stays strong and finds fortune in my art again.

Be well world,

Remember… somebody somefuckingwhere loves you.