My brother lost his phone looking for magic mushrooms in a cow patch. Oh he found it, but I found out he lost it at 12:30 when he barged in saying he was fucked, asking if I had any batteries. I don’t know, I’m not too much into drugs. Well, I like the white pills that have pain relievers in them, but I never got into drinking or pot or anything after. I guess lots of things are ‘drugs’ caffeine and nicotine and Dopamine and etc.
I don’t mean to be a jerk to my bro, but I honestly don’t want to deal with that junk. I notice lately that I don’t want to deal with anything. I sort of feel all dried up inside, like my juices are all pulled out. Eh, they’ll come back eventually. I’d like to be more careless about things, as I was as a younger man. Now my biggest turn on is falling asleep right away at night.
It’s hard to be young, trying to figure out who you are in a world like this. It’s hard not being rich. I guess I can’t blame him.
Return of the Gods
Is free on amazon for kindle. The story of Docker, coming in contact with two alien beings of light. They wish to understand humanity, and in the process, Docker can never return to the world he once knew.
It was a fun story to write. I never put too much effort into it. It might sound like a sci-fi story, but it is more of a slow paced literary, philosophical story about human nature, purpose, instinct, etc. Docker takes Eli and Sam (the two aliens in human form) around his town, seeing glimpses of what they wish to know of humanity, seeing more of Docker and his place on earth.
There is no excitement, no big dramatic events really; no antagonist or flatter, or plot twist. It’s my kind of story, but most people probably would blah at it.
I go to a lot of thrift stores. All my clothes are from thrift stores and because of it, I have a theory. I think a person’s essence coats all things they come in contact with for extended periods of time. Some of my shirts, I love them and I am always in a great mood while wearing them. Others, I have this gray one and blue one, I seem to find myself in a bad mood often while they are grubbing up my body.
I do though, believe people have poison, the worst of us, and everything we do, what we say, think, believe, goes on to hurt and effect others deeply.
Conversely, good people could have the opposite effect. What does that mean? Eh, just this whole theory that certain folks in my family are plain evil and their very existence makes it impossible for certain other people to be happy. I’m not talking about my brother, believe me. He’s one of the few peeps I love.
I’m about halfway done with my story ‘Imp King’ and then, once baseball season starts I’ll write ‘Kayfabe’. I believe that will be my last book for a few years. I mean, in five years I have written something like 24 books/stories/things. I added it all up the other day and I have written around 1,750,000 words. I’m not really looking forward to the break. I just need to focus on other things.
Check ya later guys.