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"Well I didn't come all this way for nothing. I've paid four thousand dollars to get here. That's about a thousand dollars per thousand miles from my home." Ten minutes prior I had gone through the bamboo gates to the Montana Machu Picchu. Many of us didn't know one another. We were from all around the world with adventurous hearts. We kept asking those who had come down passed us going up, "How much further is it to the top?" The stairs molded stone of the mountain were very steep and narrow. Few minutes earlier my heart was beating fast, and i was losing my breath, "My God I hope I don't have a heart attack and die up here. " Then I heard, a group of girls behind me talking about the same things I was experience. It was just altitude sickness. A couple from Australia told us that they came back down because the stairs got steep at almost a ninety degree angle. "Well I didn't come all this way for nothing. I've paid fo

“Comedy is catastrophe in hind site,” David Sullivan. “Have you read that article I gave you about Machu Pichu?” Momma asks me on our drive to Gulfport/Biloxi airport. “Yea.” I reply.  “ Cusco has got population of two hundred and fifty thousand. That’s twice the population of Gulfport .” I think she knew I was lying. I didn’t bother to read it. Think I have things under control. I was down; down in the Sacred Valley . Beautiful scenery it is. The streets aren’t paved with asphalt. There were large bricks in the road that stuck up two inches. Made the ride bumpy inside the city of Ollantaytambo . This was just the entrance of the city. It is rectangular shaped with restaurants, hostels, and shops. Shops bargaining food, drink, and authentic Peruvian goods (statues, clothing, and purses etc.).   Got conned out of sixty dollars to get here from Cusco . My fault for not knowing the exchange rate of US dollars to Solis. Have only forty dollars left. It’s kewl though,

Rationally I fathom, for the dead don’t haunt their graveyard plots. No. it’s the living leaving behind their emotions and their thoughts. The living that mourned. Ghost haunt where they died. They haunt places where they had the most energy-be it joy and angst. They haven’t gone to that “other side.” … and the living that see that other side…be it coincidence that some of em are abusing drugs and killing themselves? They call it hallucinations. What of those with mental illness? There is no way, for most, to be successful or live in this reality and see glimpses of “The Haunted Realm.” Evil forces prey on the inexperienced, the vulnerable. _______________________________________________________________________________ Never thought I’d get clean and sober in the US Army. When I went active duty, In January 1999, David and I were drunk out of our minds when the recruiter came for me. The recruiter had to hide me from all in the M.E.P.S. in  New Orleans . I was only having six

“Will this be my last time to do something for the first time?” I thought over and over again. This thought command split my thinking in two. One thought of how ridiculous this all is. There were warnings back in the time of teaching morals. We had After School Specials, link   commercials with frying eggs link to commercial  to warn us about drugs etc etc redundancy-fun to do bad thangs’. Great, guess I’ll just die now. The other thoughts are childlike. Captivated by bright color schemes meshing with darker ones of that framed picture on the wall, “This picture freaks me out dude,” then he’d talk about the faces in the clouds and shadows. He talked about it so much. It’s his fault. It’s his fault. It’s his fault. It’s his fault. It’s his fault. It’s his fault. This is probably just my brain dying. What part  do I want to keep if I have a choice? Maybe it depends on what I think now. I must focus. “Did I do it right?” This isn’t the way I thought it would be. “I may

12-13-14 Ferguson was in our minds, racial tension was high across the nation. A small number of friends and family warned me that I might be putting myself in danger.  From my experience I have learned that it is better sometimes to find out for yourself-maybe that’s what living life is all about. I went anyway. Did my spoken word piece “TellMeVision.” performance After I was done they asked me to do another one. Wasn’t sure if I would or not. A comedian came to the stage talking about “white devils,” and how the black community should be responsible for themselves. I was amused because for a split second I noticed I was the only caucazoid in the house when he said, ‘white devils.’ I then became inspired. Did a piece I wrote years ago, “Children Of The Damned.” performance video Originally titled ”TOO POOR, TOO WAR BASTARD ”  Inherit the sun my child, our war has just begun.. WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE DAMNED WITH A STRUGGLE NO ONE WANTS TO UNDERSTAND the last t