November 10, 2000: Guilt trip fed by the soul

I fight with myself daily! I panic! I worry about everyone affected by my creative flow. I’m a baby! This happens when you’re thirty-eight years old and have no children—I’ve forgotten how to share. Only to fall into an empty space to write…but I don’t. I’m here to rest. Never forget, I’m not an artist, author or radio talent—I’m a pathfinder searching for something to do. Yes! I smart off to people! It’s never to anger them—I’m only trying to keep them on their toes, reality is a bitch.