After YEARS and YEARS of searching for a title for my first book...I think I have found it. I need to make sure that it hasn't been used...I am afraid to because I am sure that it has and I will be fucking crushed again.
I still can't write a word...well...not quite true...but true enough for now...I take my lumps with this shit and I am not about to open a whole new area to fuck on me.
Saw my Dad a few days ago for the first time in over a year. It was really great. He is doing so well I couldn't be more proud. We had a great talk and really got into things that needed to be talked about. Very frank, very open. It was extremely satisfying. Honesty is always that way.
TIVO has brought back an old friend...Cheers. The show is uproarious.
Bought a new Bukowski book....easily the greatest American poet.
Living alone for the first time in years has been a Godsend. A revitalization of the spirit. I just can't seem to figure out why I can't write...the novel. It was going along so well. Next week I might just force it a bit to see if I can get it going again...but I have a garage again...and that isn't almost as good...but it is good.
Been playing a lot of poker recently and I am getting pretty good. I really enjoy it, but I have come to the one inevitable conclusion to which all players succumb...sometimes unwillingly...it is 90% luck. You can't will the cards to do anything more than what they want to do...you can bluff and learn where and when to bet...but in the end...cards are the cards...and good hands make bad players better...
Just finished a Beckett novel...awe-inspiring.
The Yankees are losing...there is a God.
He who has health has hope; and he who has hope, has everything. - Arabian Proverb
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