Seriously, I JUST now got home. It was like I took two days of luxury vacations under a bridge or something. My old man is livid of course. I only fell twice and was kicked out of just one bar in total. The cops were only called on me once. I lost my shoes and a pair of britches. Somehow I ended up in someone else’s bathing suit and have some extra jewelry too. I all but destroyed the simple family life that everyone in the world strives to obtain. My old man keeps asking me to get help of a professional manner. I started seeing a therapist, but I gave up when he wanted to fix me. I wish I could just do the right thing without having to admit I have a problem. However, the world won’t let me. Sometimes I think it would be easier for me just to run off and act a fool, because it seems to hard to do what is right. It is what it is though.

I’m putting jars of hurricane wind on sale. This is the best idea I’ve ever had so far and will possibly get me out of the restaurant biz. You will have to be careful opening up the jars though because the wind will blow your mind, which I will disclose on my auction listing. I have been harvesting the wind in Ball mason jars which are cheap, all morning and let me tell you, it’s not easy work. It’s hard to separate hurricane wind from simple sea breeze. It takes a keen eye. This time I think e-bay will be okay with the listing. Not like last time when I tried to sell a bottomless pit. It seems like every time I list something it gets reported and they close my auction. WTF I can’t do business like that.

Anyway I’m going to give ebay one more chance to let me make money from their site. I am still mad about them shutting my sale of the bottomless pit. The Army corps of engineers had placed a sizable bid. It’s probably just as well that I couldn’t sell it, because I would have had the damnedest time moving it. I use to keep it in the front yard, but I lost a mail man, paper boy, and a girl scout. I have been slowly moving it to the backyard but for some reason I don’t think I’ll ever get it there. The fricking thing goes on forever.