I used to think that once the last kid got out of high school that I would move to the big city to be discovered. New York, I thought, or San Francisco, or L.A. Surely the big time would be waiting for me there. An agent would snag me, almost immediately upon my arrival, the book would come out, and all my dreams would come true. Lights, Camera, K.

But then a weird thing happened; my dreams changed. I no longer dreamed of wealth, and fame; peace of mind, and family, started to become more important, and I started to like the idea of anonymity more than I did that of having strangers come up to me at the grocery store and ask for my autograph. People camping outside my house, started to no longer appeal to me, and I certainly did not want some crazed fan to come up to me and do to me what had happened to John Lennon.

I have one year until my youngest child graduates. She doesn't much need me now, but I am here for her if she does. She is a Senior in high school, now. What a trip, or what a long strange trip it's been to say it more aptly, stealing from The Grateful Dead. I don't know what lays in store for her when she graduates, and I don't know what lays in store for me either, at this time.

Like Casey Kasem used to say on his radio program, "American Top 40," I'm going to keep my feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars. I have discovered myself, if no one else has. I am huge in my own mind. Does anybody want to buy a copy of, "The Delivery Guy," or one of my poetry books?

Peace, and Love, baby. Peace, and Love.

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I have a white out type product called, "Liquid Paper," on my desk. I am happy about this. For a long time I have wanted to buy White Out, but I would always forget. Knowing that I have Liquid Paper on my desk gives me a sense of security. It doesn't matter if The Government is watching me through my pillow, I can eradicate errors on the page written by pen. I am going to bed, now, and will get a beautiful night's sleep. You are beautiful; you really are. Good night.

A miracle happened last night. After five years of ignoring me, of running from me when I try to pet him, my cat Jaggar curled up on the bed next to me, befpre I drifted off to sleep, and let me pet him. I have noticed advances in Jaggar's affection towards me, recently; he has been lingering longer at my ankles than he used to when he wants something such as a cat treat. I scratched Jaggar's back, as I was scratching my other cat Kobain's back before I went to sleep. It was a very spiritual thing. Animals are beautiful; each one has there own special personality, and I always try to respect that.