Blog forth coming

Good day friends and family and whomever else is stalking my simple life.  Maybe  you know I am a musician, artist and poet.  It is early morning. The house is empty but for me, my cat and my dog.  I cleaned the kitchen and started the laundry.  Third world satisfactions. A giant cup of hot cocoa sweetened with honey nectar of the bees. The sun has not yet come up today. Watching some Ben Shapiro on Youtube. I so love all the news inundations that seem to happen every week or so.  Some new story that we can watch be politically spun by the crazy new journalistic approaches. Make America look divided.  It is not divided.  We are very fortunate to live in America.  That doesn't mean we should take care of other countries... I am not into my great grandchildren carrying the tax weight of current defense spending.  Real sick if you ask me.  Which you didn't so I'll try to steer clear of my limited yet strong opinions.  I have watched so many people give in to fear.  The backbone of power over the masses.  Anyway, I went to the blues jam for a split second last night to meet go-cart wheel chair dude David (I am working on a project for him.)  Skip Jones tried to lead the billionaire band for the song: Great Balls of Fire. It was pretty bad.  Skip kills it on the organ.  He is the reason I even ever stop in to that place.  Him and that old building which I love.  It is at the Vet's Club which is a pretty old building.  Have a nice day.