My energy fades, my talent eroded by my responsibilities. I feel strong for a minute but then it goes away. I am a leech, sucking in other peoples imagination and soul to replenish my depleted reserve.
Lily writes (I inhale) and then I can change and get on the road to Los Angeles, my friend Artthug is moving this weekend and he needs a strong Mexican with a truck. one out of two ain't bad. Friday used to be my glory day, party....two days to recover...now it's Saturday because I need a good night's sleep to recover from my work week before I can party. I even have to pace myself on Saturday..to be recovered by Monday for another week of this...kind...of....work. Cancer patients hurt my sensibilities and give fear to my reality. They give perspective to my slavery...I want to free myself of this kind of living...sometimes. Now, into the truck and drive... picking out some Old 97's CD's..trying not to feel so jagged. There is energy in at least one of these CD's.

Thanking the earth and sky that there are 3 day weekends.