Star date August 20th, K220. 10:56 am.
I’m on the Powell street bus. My head is in the music. I’m in a good mood, feeling a lil silly but nonetheless motivated for wearing broken eyeglasses. Today I’m going to try and get this 500$. I don’t have Oregon ID but hoping I have enough paperwork to prove my living here and situation.
So how are you? These are trying times for a great many of us. I can’t say that I’m surprised; the majority of my creative work is apocalyptic but I’ve managed to become a positive role model for myself. Never thought of myself as a role model… Not that I think I’m a model anything, I’m still a bloody idiot.
I’m uncertain as to why I’m expressing myself right now, other than to balance the madness I’ve already shared here. Sometimes I feel as if I share too much but some things just need to be said to someone other than yourself.
Ummm
Hey Ashanti… Thank you for sharing that link. Asking for help is crazy but at least I’ve had some practice, right? All those years of falling down prepared me for all this hoopla. Is that the correct word?
Damn ok, gotta pay attention now.
Keep yer head up America… We’re gonna be okay.
