...a picture of these barrels just sitting around--aging. Like wine, like oil, like anything of value. I see us inside these barrels trying to find the truth of ourselves and ultimately it is only time that controls when this truth is found.
I am so very detached.
Kellan asks how I am and I tell him...
"I just work and then go spend the money that I made on food, going out with friends drinking, watching movies, and sitting in my room jacking off. Wow.... pathetic, but true.... But then... if I was married and had a family... I'd be working... to pay for the spouse & kids... the house repairs.. the vacations.... probably jacking off because we'd be too tired to have sex regularly... so I guess it's just a little different of the same."
I was talking with Cardwell on the phone, briefly, as he's about to leave condo to move to Temecula and be in his new home. I mentioned how owning a home changes people's responsibilities and things that they spend their money on. It forces certain changes. I've avoided it...and continue to do so. What keeps me young is partly the lifestyle that I choose to continue leading.
Thanksgiving is next week.... my birthday 10 days after that. Joys.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
