hellzaphat

I am so strange that you don't see me. I don't fit in with your reality. I'm not part of it. I'm a ghost, the ghost of an stranger, not fully intact, but in between.

Every so often you notice that something's not right, but you pay no notice. You go about your business, the business of being a proper piece. I can do not but observe in envy and desperation.

And so I drift on...

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I find occasion to drown in my insecurities and feel sorry for myself. Yet really, if given the choice, there's no one else in the world I'd rather be than me, and nothing else in the world I'd rather be doing than what I'm doing. At least, nothing I've yet discovered.

I'm still in Nevada City for the time being. I've recently acquired a sampler, a 303, and have been tweaking around with that. I'm still working on the motorhome thing. Right now, it's looking like late May.