At the old Surf and Play, it's quiet, cool, and comfortable without the trapped children in pre-adult bodies of perverted virgins. Ha! Anyway,thanks Maux, I appreciate the sympathy.
I still feel like there's a tug of war going on inside me. Weird, can't really elaborate. Can't say. I don't know what it's about anymore- love? freedom? isolation? alienation? solitude?connection? commitment? transcendence? I dunno. I feel like I should have implented change earlier but it's seems like I can't muster it. Can't. Can't do it to myself, can't do it to the people concerned. Slowly it's taking hold of me. I guess I have a lot of thinking to do...
It's raining but I don't control the weather anymore. This is better indeed. Super perfundo!
P.S. Pat, I think we both have every right to call ourselves true artists! Wish there were more people though...I think we didn't talk for three hours exactly, maybe less, but it sure felt like more. Times like those don't really happen much but it's good to know they do... at least once. (smiley)
