Coffee with Nurse, reports cards out in office, then notes on certain character types…

I’m changing as a writer, since Thursday.  This strength, this freedom, this sight and feel immediate of the life in front of me.

Sparkling water at my office on this second floor of the Vacaville home.  I can’t tell is this is dream-like, intoxicating, both, or some educational curve in my life that demands I stop and be more scholastic than I’ve ever been.

Oh… then I see it.  The reaction to it all.  That character, x….  The one lighting the fire then accusing me of fucking arson.

Now, I can finally laugh.

And now, I can finally laugh at the character in a such a way that I couldn’t before.  Why, because their fundamental follies and fuckery are loudly visible to everyone.

Like I’ve said so many times, I Just DECIDED To STOP.  Stop reacting, stop listening, and more than anything, stop taking that voice seriously.

How can I?  How can anyone?

Just accept it, you’re a clown.