STEP 13/64 TO LIVE NONVIOLENTLY

13) Creativity – The worse thing you can do to a human soul is to suppress its natural desire to create. Identify at least five ways in which you express your creativity everyday. Today, allow something unpredictable and joyous to express through you.

Drinking wine spodeo drinking wine, I’m on a roll, sure hope it don’t turn into a bindge, not to worry, what… me worry…, to quote Alfred E. Well I’ve got this cat, she is so so sweet, I think she likes me better drunk than when I’m depressed, anyhow I’ve been a little depressed lately, but now its passed, glad I waited on this bottel of wine. I won’t be driving, although it might be fun tonite tooling around Hollywood drunk on my bike! I ain’t ate a fuckin thing all day, no money, no food, I guess i’ll be starting off 2013 painfully, wash, rinse, repeat! A fifth of Powers backed up by a bottle of red wine, I’m fit to be tied, I’m hammered, on second thought I’ll stay away from my bike tonite, anyhow, I think I’ll be safer inside, good chance the bullets in my neighborhood will be flying tonite! Ah, discovery, 2013, Happy New Year to Sweet Katie Kat and me, and to all of you’s to, hope your not as drunk, this early as me, christ its only 9:09. Thinking back in 93, I was hanging out in New York City with Allison Kuby, she was a monster, monster artist that is, that year, some of the greatest Halloween parties I’d ever experience, Allison and me, partying on the bottom side of New York City. Her mom and dad lived just north of South Philly, Allison lived in the Northern Liberities, around the corner we’d do breakfast from time to time at Silk City, she worked with fire and steel, I remember she used one of my tools, she absconded it secretly from me, a punch, I remember, she welded together a heart on valentines day for me, she loved me, but not enough to get up from the bed to do a cheer for me, I asked her I remember, I remember when I asked her, she just started looking strangley at me, later I remember her telling me I wasn’t living up to her fathers expectations of me, I remember how offended she was? seeing me checking out a playboy magazine at my friend Vassile’s. Oh yea, thats right, sorry, I’m drunk, this post was supposed to be about New Years Eve, about Time Square, about not getting into Time Square, staying at the bar instead of hitting the big street party in 1993, about Allison and me