Pretty-sure he’s read just about everything in my pile o’ journals in the corner…as

they’ve been in his lap, his nose in the pages, …& we’ve discussed them from time to

time, as we’ve discussed his poems and lyrics over the years. Yes, he has read the dbis

every now and then, and  I wouldn’t have any reservations about his reading this thread.

Not too sure bout the conversation we’d have nowadays, as our talks usually involve a

stomach ache. But…and this is a big “but,” I’ve never made it a point to hang on real

tight to bad feelings…when good actions are upon me.  ...My primary sorrow is the

blatant disregard for all things “decent.” If people are to share a space, there must

be some respected adherence to personal health & property, & common areas.

Also, for me to accept an absolute disregard for principles is an impossibility.

I am not asking for anything black or white, here; this ain’t Disney, I ain’t

Walt, and Walt wasn’t inevitably playing by the same rules Mickey did.

The yin knows yang, the yang knows yin, life’s a spin, the spin we’re

in…& my name ain’t Mister Rogers, nohow.  The room on the bus

is roomy enough for Fletcher Bear t’stretch out, there’s no doubt,

but ...... not if he’s slashing the tires and pouring sugar in the gas.

 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

This ain’t Shambhala, n I ain’t siddha; sins o’ the father, ey