I still look at this picture with the same morbid fascination I look at Jackie O. in Dallas in her pink Chanel suit. You just wanna scream, "DO SOMETHING! TRAGEDY LIES AHEAD!"
That's just how I felt when I look at the end of Soul Kitchen, which I wrote days before we went into exile.
The last few sentences of this post I can relate to on a very real level... how odd it seems that when my life was rather crazy and unpredictable I never stressed and now that things have settled down, money situation is somewhat in check and I'm not drinking a ton, all the sudden I'm a ball of stress 24/7. My biggest fear is this becoming only worse with time.. yikes. Maybe now that I have things which I fear losing, that fear reveals itself as anxiety and occasional panic. When I had nothing to lose, I had no fear.
I remember having that day off, sitting here in the soon to be Lost Apartment, reflecting on what a wonderful life I had and how happy and incredibly lucky I was, and what great plans I had for the future.
In the weeks that followed, I often looked back to 8/27/05 and wondered if it was my fault (as everything revolves around me) because I dared to be content and happy. I too was on the crazy pills for a long, long time.
And on this anniversary of horror, I try to remember the kindnesses and love I was shown from total strangers during the Time of Wandering, rather than the brutish evil of a Republican controlled government that abandoned a great city to die--or the brainless cruelty of so many others who thought (and still think) we got what we deserved--although to date not one of them has had the balls to say it to my face----which is why they still have teeth and don't need a wheelchair
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That's just how I felt when I look at the end of Soul Kitchen, which I wrote days before we went into exile.
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I sincerely hope not.
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I remember having that day off, sitting here in the soon to be Lost Apartment, reflecting on what a wonderful life I had and how happy and incredibly lucky I was, and what great plans I had for the future.
In the weeks that followed, I often looked back to 8/27/05 and wondered if it was my fault (as everything revolves around me) because I dared to be content and happy. I too was on the crazy pills for a long, long time.
And on this anniversary of horror, I try to remember the kindnesses and love I was shown from total strangers during the Time of Wandering, rather than the brutish evil of a Republican controlled government that abandoned a great city to die--or the brainless cruelty of so many others who thought (and still think) we got what we deserved--although to date not one of them has had the balls to say it to my face----which is why they still have teeth and don't need a wheelchair
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