born again and again and again.

in bed at 9pm. tired. groggy. bored. semi drunk. up at 5am. stuffy nose. sore knee. sore shoulders. restless.

drink a coffee and think.

drink a coffee and write.

drink a coffee and feel.

where did my life go wrong?

can i fix the mistakes of the past?

is it too late to, actually, make more money and enjoy life?

is life this difficult for others?

is there anyone out there who can, legitimately, help?

is life all about money?

the world has so much money and, yet, so many people live in poverty. why?

bad television (fake).

bad movies (fake).

bad books (fake).

bad take-out food (fake).

cheap cars (plastic).

cheap cigars (colts).

cheap wine (jackson triggs).

our society in north america is filled with fake, cheap, gimmicky, non-needed items.

social media influencers? really? is that a thing? who follows these fakes?

how to get back to authentic living?

authentic food.

authentic friends.

authentic coffee.

authentic wine.

authentic films.

authentic stories.

more silence and less noise.

honking cars.

loud engines.

loud sirens.

loud people.

loud fireworks.

loud lawn mowers.

loud motorbikes.

loud brats.

loud snowmobiles.

loud trucks.

this i need to avoid.

how to avoid our societies downfalls and distractions and live a peaceful and engaging life?

the beginning of my new life (once again) has started.

WILLPOWER.

knees sore.

feet sore.

my hopes sore as i stumble through life looking for my passion. looking for my fire. brief moments of fire are quickly replaced by dog walks and cutting grass.

6am wake up calls for a job that pays little and puts me further into debt. servicing multi million dollar homes that aren’t even being lived in. where do these people get their money?

i walked into an old dark home in the deep woods to turn on the customer’s sprinkler system timer. it was dark. house currently not occupied. million dollar home with a million dollar view. i walked downstairs, gingerly and fearfully, as i waited for a rat or mouse to jump onto my leg and start biting and clawing. i waited for a dead body to appear. the timer was in the basement cellar.

cold.

damp.

had a smell of oldness to it. i turned on the timer and waited for my partner, who was outside, to say “next” as he was checking the sprinkler system. as i sat and waited i thought of dying. i thought of death. i thought of murder. i wondered how many people had died in this old house. had anyone been murdered in this old house?

how many orgies?

how many abuses?

how many fun parties?

how many great moments had been had?

how much trauma?

how many tears?

good times and bad and then old age comes along and death soon appears.

THE TREE OF LIFE.

i looked into a separate cellar and saw old bottles of wine and old bottles of beer. really old. really creepy.

would the wine still be good?

i thought about trying one but these days cameras are everywhere. i, then, saw an old wooden statue of a black maid or gardener with big lips and beautiful breasts. i instantly became horny. i wanted to jerk off to her wooden tits. so nice. so firm. i thought hard and fought hard to stop the urge. my willpower won today. i didn’t jerk off. camera’s may have stopped me.

i made it home alive. ate dinner. drank some wine. jerked off. then went to bed.

the daily grind will continue tomorrow.

CHAOS FOR PROFIT.

sore feet.

sore back.

sore shoulders.

sore hands.

sore arms.

getting old is not pleasant.

lost dreams.

lost hopes.

lost love.

lost purpose.

going to work everyday for 12 hrs but seeing my bank account dwindle and dwindle and dwindle.

no trips.

no house.

no fun.

can’t afford physio on my sore feet.

can’t afford new shoes.

can’t afford medications.

humanity is lessening while greed and power are at record highs.

WAR. WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

when will we all realize that our governments are corrupt? our governments are evil. our governments bring us war. bring us rising costs. bring us rising taxes. bring us rising poverty. little children in big offices. dumb. bombastic. greedy. liars. frauds. fakes.

USELESS.

USELESS.

USELESS.

WHY ARE THERE WARS?

CONSTANT WARS.

CONSTANT DEATHS.

CIVILIAN DEATHS.

CIVILIAN TORTURE.

TORTURE AND RAPE.

WHERE IS THE HUMANITY?

most human beings i meet are loving and friendly and happy or hopeful or honest or vulnerable.

human beings from all walks of life. different countries. different genders. different views. BUT HUMAN. HUMAN BEINGS.

OUR LEADERS CREATE HATE.

OUR LEADERS CREATE DIVISIVENESS.

OUR LEADERS CREATE CHAOS.

CHAOS FOR PROFIT.

STOP LISTENING TO THEM!!!

#LOVE.

1985.

another crappy sleep last night. up at 4am but never in a deep sleep. tossing and turning and then tossing and turning some more. the new adhd meds (stimulants) are fantastic but they have hurt my sleep. the non stimulants were great for sleep but also great for sleeping when i wanted to be awake.

another day gone and another day of almost nothingness. work. coffee. dog walk. coffee. lunch. audition and then physio. dinner and now a beer plus some meditation. in a great mood today even with the lack of sleep.

i wonder why wars and killings have become so normalized?

i wonder if trudeau is as bad as many people say he is?

i wonder if it is true that he is raising the carbon tax on april 1st and if he is why isn’t there more of an uproar? perhaps an uprising.

will pollievre be any better?

will he really bring in more homes which will make homes more affordable?

will he really put more money in our pockets?

will he really make our lives better?

what has trudeau done that has been good for our country as a whole?

what has trudeau done that has been bad for our country as a whole?

is ford good?

has he made our province better? and better for who?

has social media made our society worse?

do you tube influencers actually influence anybody? and if you are influenced by one of them shouldn’t you seek immediate help? perhaps a psychiatrist or a psychotherapist would serve you better.

do people exercise everyday?

do people read everyday?

do people meditate everyday?

do people connect everyday?

do people laugh everyday?

is there enough money in the world to stop world hunger?

if so, why haven’t we stopped it?

will there come a time when school is no longer needed?

can we not learn everything we need from the internet and reading books on our own?

why do we need to take math? we have calculators.

do people still listen to music on the radio?

my wife was sick and now she is getting better and i am starting to feel sick.

do kids not play outside anymore?

gym should be mandatory.

we should all try and be as healthy as we possibly can.

i look forward to my morning exercise.

i love running. i love running on the trails.

i am bored still.

always bored.

i love human connection and i love stories.

it is always cold in our house.

i was sexually molested by an older man once. i allowed it. it was after lining up for bruce springsteen tickets back in 1985. i got the tickets. hitchiked home. got picked up by an older man. he stroked my penis. i ejaculated and then he dropped me off at my house. he was mad that i “came” too quickly. i said sorry and then left his car. my dad died eight years earlier. after i was molested i fucked many girls and got into many fights. i was angry and lost. hurting inside. lost. confused. i also played in the canada games later that summer for ontario. 1985. eighteen years old.

the springsteen concert was great. lots of fun. drunken debauchery and great music. i got arrested later that year for assaulting a mcdonald’s manager after he was trying to kick my friends and i out of the establishment for being too drunk and obnoxious. i told him to keep his hands off me or i would beat on him. he said he would call the cops and we left.

the next day the cops called me down to the station and said that i had nothing to worry about. i went down to the station and they fingerprinted me. assault and public mischief charges. i told the cops that i never laid a finger on the manager and they said that it didn’t matter. i threatened him which, according to the law, is assault.

it was a tough year.

1985.

turned 18.

got molested.

played in the canada games.

got drunk. fucked lots of girls.

got in many fights.

and then got arrested.

my life was beginning to take shape.

DAD CAN YOU SEE ME?