BLAHG, BLAHG, BLAHG!!!

I just finished up a two week stay in Hawaii!  It was great!  Except, I never left the hotel room!  In case you didn't notice, that's three sentences in a row ending with an exclamation point.  And, without intention.  I apologize for my perceived "overuse" of ellipsis and exclamation points in advance of the reading of this post... I'm not sure where I'm going with this.  I have no advanced plan, or outline for it.  But, after two weeks in Hawaii, I feel like a ROCK STAR, just without the pay check.  Anyway, do they actually get paychecks?  If they don't, they sure have a good time, until they get fat and get face lifts trying to keep up with father time who never ages... One thing for sure that never ages is Quality.  Somehow, it always remains.  Now, if you can remember before you were born, there aren't any memories, or consciousness, and that must be the greatest Quality; no feelings, emotions, nothing.  Yet, we are he...

A few years ago, I had a string of "magical" experiences that lasted for several weeks, if not months.  I had just spent six months in the county jail.  I could barely walk after being released because I hadn't exercised at all during my stay.  That's my fault.  Nonetheless, I made my way to the bar where I began my road to recovery!  Sounds funny?  In fact, it's not what you might think, kinda.  Carrying cases of beer up and down stairs is exercise!  Believe it, or not! I don't keep up with all the pop music there is.  As I've said before, the music I listen to is mostly passively, whatever is playing in the bar.  I don't have a portable playlist I listen to, and I don't have a device I could listen to that portable playlist on anyway.  Yet, there I was beginning my road to recovery from poverty to imprisonment...  Only this time it was more taxing having only been locked up for weeks, or days at a time before.  Physica...

It all began with a broom in Boston. Feddie Spaghetti was sweeping the sidewalk as he usually does when he said, "I love my broom!  It reminds me of that guy on tv that says, 'I love my blender', ha, ha... The thing is I know how to use a broom because when I was a kid, if I didn't do it right, my Mama would tear my ass up!  God knows I love my broom.  He was teaching me... You know?  I don't know what he was teaching me, but if I didn't do it right my Mama would whip my ass" "It must have been a foreshadowing of things to come", I said. "Huh", Feddie responded. "A foreshadowing... God knew one day you would be in front of this Subway.  So, he taught you how to use a broom". "Oh, yeah, a foreshadowing... Haha" Meanwhile, Feddie continued to sweep, as I continued with a cotton swab in my ear.  These are things you would normally do in the morning, in the comfort of your own home, but since I don't have a...

The time has come! A couple of months ago, I got the last slot on this tour and its first ever visit to Athens. The recorded stories are broadcasting on WUGA now, every Friday and Sunday. I'm not sure of the schedule, but I received a link to my session and will be distributing it myself as well. Listen in for local stories from a few Athens, GA characters, including my own! My partner was not able to make it. So, they interviewed me themselves. I haven't listened to it yet, but from the experience, I'd say it was true to form. And, remember... Don't be afraid to put fruit in your grits! StoryCorp Interview 2018 ... For the full line-up, beginning with those currently being aired, visit this link to WUGA: https://www.wuga.org/programs/storycorps-athens-stories

Every now and then, I feel like leaving this town, Athens, GA.  Then, I remind myself, wherever I go I'm still homeless, even though I've convinced myself I'm home wherever I am... As recently as last week, Thanksgiving, I was again facing the same feeling.  After all the job leads from New York and New Jersey, and all the other things like Playboy models who once subscribed to my BLAHG years ago, when I started it, I thought about running away and chasing those glimmers of hope. After my first two subscribers were Playboy models, I seriously considered going to Pacific Palisades, on a shoe string and without a hedonist bone in my body!  The sign on the gate apparently said something like, "If you're not into swingin', then don't come a ringin'".  That just grosses me out.  It was at that point I decided I could never be a Hugh Hefner.  Call me whatever you want, but I'm not ringin' on that gate. So, ever since then, I've lived on...

Being poor is immediately defined as not having any money, but a deeper more sincere definition occurs.  Being of a poor mind is the truly defining characteristic of poverty, a poor spirit is never rich. It's not about having money, or even not having money.  Heck, I've been broke for nearly twelve years now, but I'm not poor!  Being poor is a mindset, really.  But, over the years, I have truly been able to be around truly poor people.  In hindsight, I see now, even before my life on the streets, I knew poor people before who had lots of stuff! Truly poor people get stuck in a way of doing things and never seek change.  There is a certain sense of security in being poor and constantly surrounding yourself with others who maybe, speak just like you.  Poor people definitely have a way of speaking. On that note, I have compiled a list of the top ten characteristics, or traits of being poor! ... Traits of Poor People Trait Number 1: Poor peop...

Facebook keeps serving up posts from two, or three years ago that are actually posts from 2004, fifteen years ago; now going on sixteen years. I used this doctored up pic for my profile pic. I enhanced it, a SELFIE- one of my few ever taken, because I am really bothered by the whole SELFIE thing. Before SELFIES, people used to engage someone on the street to get them to take a picture for them. It was a social engagement we seem to have lost. Yes, there are plenty of freaks out there, but I don't think there are really anymore than ever before. It's just that with the immediacy by which we receive information now, we see more of them than ever before. Freaks have always been here, and to some degree, we're all freaks. Dolly Parton counts herself as a freak and loves freaks. After all, this is not a theocracy, and it never has been a theocracy. Therefore, we have all these Dolly Parton fans running around who love to dress up as her! I'm not one of thos...