I'm sitting on the little block of concrete called my porch, sun's out and warm, classic rock blasting from behind me. I've disabled all electronics and I'm getting drunk. Wish I was stoned, wish I had some peyote! I can't see what I'm typing on my little laptop because the sun is blaring everything out.

My place is pretty cool with a couple big screen TV's hooked up to everything, it's a perfect place to survive anything. I have a computer you all would envy, just because I am who I am, and a kitchen full of stuff from a past life.

So what to do? I'm writing this shit in non visual mode, on the porch of hell there is no visibility!

btw: This marks the 1,018th post I've done since moving to this dead end street three and a half years ago. Way short of my last blog, still, a lot of sad old crap to dump on the world. My apologizes...