Grandpa is in the hospital again. I open up with this in my head tonight, but it's been a long week from last Monday at Disneyland with the boys. What to recall.... what to recant? haha.
What I wish I could do is have a neural-transmitter that could blog my thoughts as they happen. I'm touched by so many lives right now and I still feel this sinking feeling. Conduit, am I? Cranky from my time on the can. Ugh. Wildly unrelated thoughts that I suppose only I can translate at some later date. I forget that there ARE people reading this. I think I'm crazy sometimes, but you've really got to be crazy thinking that you can read and understand this particular entry.
I did go to San Francisco Pride. Recall. I got to see lil brother, Phil. Recall. People were selling pot brownies on the street. I ate two, not one. Recant. Steamy memberships...recall/recant/recall/recant. Sleeping in my rental car. Recant. Finding a motel to sleep in at $120 split in two. Recant. Finding pieces of myself that can only be seen while in San Francisco. Recall.
Last Friday was the beginning of the last five days of non-stop movement. Tomorrow I speak at Cal State Long Beach for PFLAG. There are a lot of details in between and maybe I'll write when I'm more awake. For now... Moodswings (the music group) take me away...
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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.
