This week I chat with my baby making-friends, Jeff and Kathryn, and chat with Baby Hood-Lowry, and Glad Sad is a son of a bitch.

In my schizophrenic mind: My fellow man has been compromised, Movie Stars and the Intellectual Dark Web are spying on me and I don't know what to do.

I don't know what happened... and then I talk about turning 38 this year.

This week, I'm recording in a shower stall at the Jubitz Truck Stop. I build more on the stupid shit I talked about last week. Something about Me being a lonely man, why that could be, and something more about being honest about your strengths as well as your weaknesses, and about how that can sometimes be a challenge... Love.

This is my attempt at being honest and open, as I lay there and try and decompress complex emotions that have arisen during this isolate time.

Hello hello. Something about a girl and her ankles, public schizophrenic outbursts, Mayor Ted Wheeler, following your heart, and about how I need to get a Job or at least go be volunteer for a while.

It's good to be publishing these again. This week, I ramble about the international impression of the American citizen, lost cell phones, jogging, and schizophrenia.

I will be back after 2/18/21

I test my stun gun flashlight on my self.

The shutdown is bullshit...as well am I dealing with the poor choices I've made recently--and dealing with the 'Schizophrenic Space Opera' that my mind has become. I also wrap about the Junkies and Dopers of PDX, then about our Yuppies and their inequities. And yes, I still live in my Van...and no, it ain't so bad. And yeah, i'll be fine. Thanks for checking in!