| Lately I feel
as if I don't exist,
and when I do get convinced
I wonder to what purpose. It's
been this way more or less since
I came back from Maui.
what it is, maybe I just miss the sun.
All I know is ennui and angst dissolve
when immersed in warm green ocean.
But it's not all gloom and doom--mostly just
The days, if you can call them that, are short
The only thing that really helps is connecting
and this week has been replete with happy
of which culminated with one of my favorite
things to do:
at the Punk
Rock Flea Market.
I played non-stop from 10:30-8:30, about 200
singles in a row,
with lots of visitors to the DJ
table (where I even sold 2 BUZZ).
But my favorite transaction of the day went
something like this...
I "bought" a $2 VHS tape of Double
Indemnity from my neighbor.
I didn't have any cash on me at start of day so
we agreed I owed her.
After I made a few bucks, I gave two to her.
Then at the end of the day
she dropped $2 in my tip jar. What goes around
comes around. Rock!