STEP 21/64 TO LIVE NONVIOLENTLY

21) Inspiration – Think of at least two people who exemplify the practice of nonviolence. What is it you admire about them? Practice these behaviors today so that other people may be inspired.

The buckwheat’s blossomed, I’ve been fliping flapjacks, I’m gonna have to stop, all this butter, this maple syrup from Vermont, the sweet cream I’m using, substituting the low fat milk called out for in this pancake mix reciepe, I’m getting fat! I woke up, I’m depressed, if only I would fall back off to sleep again, start dreaming about America again. That dream is dead, c’mon, well I’m saving all my money for more pancake mix anyway, I done run out. Ah, searching out the perfect recipe, I loved those flannel cakes they’d serve up at Musso and Frank’s, Hollywood old school, Revie and me, we’d eat breakfast there, 1973, ya know I think I’m getting close to it, that perfect reciepe i mean, I’m thinking it’s the sweet cream! All right, here we go, I’m heading home, coming back from Target, I picked up more mix, paid down some on my red card bill, a beautiful day, crusing down and back by bicycle along Santa Monica Blvd, for the moment, not a care in the world. I guess all in all I’ve been doing good, practicing this nonviolent theme, I know my triggers, I know i got to watch out, Ive always been fond of spearing fish, rude people really piss me off, lately I prepair myself before ill go out. With eyes wide open to what most likley I’ll be seeing, a bad reaction from me just ain’t in my script no more. Expect the unexpected, well I guess I failed at that, I come up on this guy with empty cans scattered all across the sidewalk, I stop my bike, ya know I’m gonna give this man a chance to clean up his mess, then this fool starts barking at me, telling me that I’ll just have to wait, oh, I get it, what we’ve got here is one crack head unsprung dude, I’m just keeping quiet, still waiting, he tells me I ain’t showing him no respect, he tells me he’ll knock me out. Well he’s out of time, I ain’t wauting no more on him, I roll on through, get off my bike, spin on my heels, I tell him he ain’t nothing but a blank blanking blanker, that he ain’t got the stones to do a fucking thing, just for him to go back to picking up cans, I told him he was a fuckin pendejo as I was riding away. Ops, sorry for all that, I called that man names that make me cringe hearing them said in segregated company, I know better, that just ain’t right, I never was a Boy Scout though, I just wasnt ready for all that, I just was not prepaired