When Looking Back

As always, this blog is either fact or fiction... just enjoy it if you must. Or not. 

I guess it's important to put down what has transpired the last few days. I'm not going to be able to do so in one sitting because I have to start choosing my words very carefully, not because of discretion, but for the purpose of understanding. Mostly to me. I don't know what the fuck happened the past few days really. But I woke up this morning in Nashville, Tennessee and asked, "How the fuck did I get here?" to myself.

Well, I was kicked out of a place I was staying. That sucked. That's never happened to me before. I've been in countless debates, arguments, tiffs, and all out screaming matches with people I know and love in my life; we all have. But I've never had anyone ever kick me out of a place before. I was pissy on a day, well, I think may be I shouldn't of been, but I don't think I did anything so irreputable . I was feeling like no one was wanting to help me on a day that I really needed help, asked for help and made a plan with people to get help, which ultimately led to be being kicked out of the house I had been staying at for 167 years. Maybe I misunderstood the situation, but I don't think so. 

I've had people be completely pissy with me before as I have been pissy to other people before. I think everyone who has ever lived their life around other people has, and if you say you haven't then you're a fuckin' hypocrite.  Yet, the day I was pissy was to a man that had absolutely lost all control over his life. From what I've told about a half dozen people, they interpreted this person as a 'weak and helpless man that that was using some of the only control he had in his life left by enacting it onto you because you were dependent on him.' 

So I had to leave. Honestly, for about a couple of hours I was freaking out thinking what the hell I was going to do. I had to quit a job on the way down, after packing up my room. Now, I'm a Quadrant away, hover taxi in the port, teaching from The Book of Edgar at night and to make the bills.  Hover taxi was taken out by a drunk larnoy. I was driving around the burber melon fields. So I've been out of commision.

Not only that, but training mates are coming down on me after I was displaced from hover jet 421. Kind of synchronistic in a way to my vision and my destiny's path. Their meat is that now I'm walking tall because I have the ability to produce, distribute, and become accustomed to the effects of kibbie. Not only am I studying it's methods, side effects (none but a desire to play music), but also the delivery method is now apparently archaic so I have built a vaporizer in cartridges that can disperse the vapors into the atmosphere. Now it is time to get some work done.

The strangest thing is, that the strangest things keep happening around me, but now they aren't strange, just normal. The numbers follow me still. I am still loyal, I will be triumphant, and then, maybe, I can be truly happy instead of flexing all of the time.