April 24, 2016 @ 4:20 PM he left my world. It’s been difficult. A lot of things have happened and are happening. I like it. I like the never ending trail of to do lists. Johnny Rotten died earlier this month. He was 15. He hung on as long as he could. Now it seems that part of my life is quickly fading away. I won’t let it get too far away but I have to keep going or just die myself. I don’t feel like dying right now. I finally went and probated the will. I got a contract on the Punk Rock House. I started grunging up the new facility. I’ll probably go looking for a mountain house that I can turn into a black house. Shelby broke her little arm. She’s growing fast! The outer familly is still unsatisfying. The inner family is my sanctuary most days. I miss you baby. Life is making me feel tired. I hope you don’t mind I’m moving on from our home. It just makes me too sad to be here. But you will never leave me. You are secure in my heart.
I’ve been gone a few days from the Punk Rock House getting things going in the new facility. Now I’m back and sitting in the quiet. No TV – cut that fucking Comcast cable off a month ago. You’re welcome baby. 🙂 I love this house. I hear the birds singing their song. It’s been raining for a couple days and it’s April and it’s at the most beautiful after a rain. The bamboo has marched and it’s still another month of great. It seems if everything goes as planned my last day here will be June 20, 2018. I struggled with the dates. The numbers need to match up. I signed the contract today on your death day. It’s ok, I know that’s what you want. I counted 57 days and it landed on my mother’s true death day. I always knew you two were in cahoots. I know you are looking out for me. I hope I can bear it. I have a lot to do. I’m moving some of our rocks to the new facility. It’s going to be fine. Right?