CompileAthon, the list of life moments.

Early on: On the way to Japan, my dad hung me over the edge of the brass rail of the USS Roosevelt. Upside down. Not by the ankles. I remember my reddish brown shoes slipping off my feet. I was 3?

Pops decided I should play the clarinet. I was 5. 

I discovered the high of the choke out. Passing out is trippy. I was 7. 

Parents had a contemptuous relationship. Father had a guy break into our house. Divorce at 9.

From Catholic school to public dis education at 11.

The caption on my Junior High Yearbook- the Meditator. I was aloof by 13. Self power. Friendly.

SNACKED ON 4 GOOD?

I want to expound on the downside of givadam but i don't give enough of a damn right now to share. Caring counts. So does netflix, swimmin, snacs, luvin, music, cash flo, teavel and happiness. I feel like Van Gogh musta felt, gifted and mad.

UniFair. UnFlair. Unfair.

Unfurl. The acuity of life is so vivid a vision to me recently. The world can use what I have, but without the right help, I can't get it to them. Solution, carrion.