I think anyone who uses the Internet eventually searches for their own name.

So I just want to say “I love you” to Kenneth Neville, Terry Kent Ford, Edward Menifee, Edward Meneely, Colin Thornton, Egbert Switters, Deepak Rattani and Coy Gilland.

[wave]

Here it is, nine days left in this month and guess what, I’m running out of money.

Even worse, the situation is invading my dreams. Well, I guess it’s better dreaming about being broke than a recent cycle where I was always in a situation where I was going to have to move from where I was living, had no idea where I was going to go. But I was more worried about what to do with my STUFF than anything else. Ridiculous.

When I decided to go homeless, I left a box with My Lawyer Friend. It was mostly office-suitable clothing, in case I changed my mind. When MLF had to move, I threw almost everything away, left only a small wooden box with her for safekeeping.

That contained my first India diaries and a few objects like the little jade “chop” given to me by my father, a bronze bell which belonged to my first lady friend, and a small bronze statue of Ganesh, all of which now sit ontop my television set.

Which recently showed me a strange double feature of “Gone With the Wind”, followed by “Singin’ in the Rain”.

When I see these things, for the umpteenth time, I think to myself, this might be the last time I see this.