My conservative brother is living with me in a 360 ft^2 apartment because he can't afford his place, and I don't have the heart to kick him out on the street. I have become a shadow of my former self. I used to write and publish several songs each month; now, I have a few fragments of songs sitting on the back burner. I used to do crafts and keep a clean house, but now I have no energy for that.

Greater love has no man than this -- that a man lay down his life for his friends.

Thank Goddess I have a job to get me out of the house for a while. Even more fortunate, it's work that I like doing and am good at. So I have money to donate to SPLC and other progressive actions. Someday, Death will liberate me; till then, I wait, take my Prozac, and pray.

I had hoped that this would be my last incarnation. But I might have to come back so I can sing and create. Or maybe I'll just hang out in the park as a ghost and make contact with the musicians and poets who go there for inspiration.

Greater love has no man than this -- that a man lay down his life for his friends.