The B-Roll
This column is intended as a place to voice observations. Consider it constructive criticism. Cat fights aren’t good for anyone and lord knows the poor animals end up very hurt and distraught by the time the cat fight is over. That being said, onto the business of observation.
I decided to uproot myself in the hopes of turning 40 with some dignity. I moved to where I was born; Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Since I've been back I've realized my spirit and conviction stronger than ever, and despite the always inevitable setbacks, the journey has been a fluid and sometimes overwhelming journey. With my dad recovering from stroke in Orlando where I came from, I'm somewhat guilt ridden. The plans were set in motion months before anything had happened so the timing couldn't have been worse. Once here the plans I had for accommodations quickly vanished. Much to my shigrin I was homeless and spent the better part of the first week at a friends house who had luckily walked in at the last minute before the emergence of the ugly lights. In staying with him I realized that not only did my friend seem to suggest I owe him sex for accommodations, but something in him had changed...He was no longer the cool dude I left behind over 10 years ago. A similar encounter the couple weeks earlier before coming down happened when I cam to find a very good friend of mine had changed...He was now addicted to crack. This is not to say I have never faced demons...on the contrary I have faced pointed dragons and delved into demon worlds I've had little business in myself. I just never thought it wise to stay too long. I've lost a lot of friends down the way but feel now more than ever that I know myself. I know the GODS are merciful or at the very least amusing and kinky....I look forward to the days ahead. Gainfully employed but still broke...a new home has found its way to me, and my deepest regards for those angels helping me in this time of transition...
NAMASTE-
