Well I am exhausted from 5 hours driving today to and from the Northwoods Arts Festival. My poem didn't win anything. I did read it aloud. It is very strange doing that. I don't think I will ever get comfortable saying poems aloud. I did meet the publishers of the Talking Stick. They said I could sell books there. I will order some so I can take them up there. I can make a sign here and print it off.
E. Wrote again. Her ex J. Is causing problems again. He is a dick, even if he used to be my friend. He sicked child protection on E. Karma is a motherfucker J. What goes around comes around. I re read some old dumbdavid posts re: E. Alarms are ring as she slowly enters my life again. She is worse than alcohol. I quit drinking after 20 years, but I am ready for another chance at her. It is like saying, "it's only one beer!". Like one won't lead to another and another.
I am tired and confused.
Peace
dumbdavid
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