I am not writing well today. Nothing is really that bad, it’s just one of those other days. It has been a lazy morning here in Florida. It has been rainy and the clouds hang low like a present rumor.
My wife plays the guitar in the other room. Her soul soars on high.
Sometimes writing is difficult, there really is not much going on.
But you need to write every day, no matter what! So today I sit here trying to think of what to say that might be somewhat positive.
My arm hurts. Probably from cutting too much meat, filling customer orders, and cleaning up. Why does ones ears not hurt from listening too much?
Tonight I will be going to feed the homeless at Munn Park from old Chinese carry out containers, and food made by my friend Miguel Vazquez.
Cheers to my Nederland friends, and the three guys I met in Israel. We had a blast partying in the Old City of Jerusalem in 1997, London Underground, Arizona Bar, and spending all my money so that I had to borrow some to get back to Egypt. I have never planned very well, and have had to rely on the courtesy of strangers. I have learned a lot from these adventures though. I am so happy that y'all beat those brats from San Paulo.