Reprise

Sorry, the library had a copy of Fante's "Wait until spring Bandini", and I've been doing more reading than writing.
Everything seems out of balance.
I am trying to pull it all out of a hat folks.
Just a tease...

The doctors worked on him for almost an hour. They struggled with the final decision, but soon after 9:00 pm on a hot and muggy summer evening, Daniel La Fleur became as still as the night air. 45 years old, dead of a heart attack.

The heartfelt despair weight most heavily on Daniel himself, as he hovered in the sterile, sharp white hospital room. All the color washed out, all the pain suddenly disappeared, all the senses, still working. To Daniel, what had just happened was not so much the shock of his own death; but the wonderment of realizing he was watching this drama unfold right before his eyes. He humbly resigned to the fact that this journey was real. “Wow” he quietly whispered to himself. “So this spirit thing, it still works.”

In many ways, the turn of events over the past year led to this obvious conclusion. A sad, bitter, heart broken man, clutching his chest and feeling the pain of a disappearing life as it leaves his mortal body. A family left to pick up the pieces of a shattered life, a fallen anti-hero.  So many things Daniel did not do, so many regrets, such a shame. But now was not the time to try and reconcile a life wasted, what was to become of this little man in this little room? Was he a ghost? Was he not quite gone yet? Was he to forever watch the sorrow of his family as they mourned the passing of a specter right within their reach?

This was not going well. He remembered his last thought as he hit the ground moments earlier. He knew if there indeed was a heaven or a hell, he was doomed to spend eternity in some fiery cave, working on a rock quarry, or shoveling black hot coal endlessly day after day. But to wander the earth as a ghost, helpless to say or do anything, this was clearly the worst kind of hell.

Damn Sleep

So I have written 2 Grammy winning songs over the past two nights. Problem is, when I wake up I can't freakin remember them! But at least it leads me to early morning coffee and keyboard. It's been a mild summer this year so far in California. I guess the Easy Coast is sweltering. But here, it's so nice going out and enjoying spring like conditions in July. My Uggs just arrived after being is storage and I love to put them on in the cool mornings and.... Wait. Let's start over.

2 days later
The temp has gone up 10 degrees and I've lost my "job". (And the burritos downstairs were so good) Luckily, I'm able to scrape some projects together and with the help of the old sistas' I may get through this. But, looks like your hero is going to have to punch (out) a clock.

The good news...I have time to write.

My next entry or subsequent posts will be excerpts from my upcoming book. Which I will probably have to put out myself, I seem to be the only one who cares. If you want to become a publisher, send me $ 500.00 and I'll include your name in the liner notes along with something terribly witty.

In the meantime, I'll use this place to tease my audience. What's singular for audience? you?

So the big question is shall I start drinking again? I imagine now's about as good a time as any. Perhaps these pages will pop a bit more whilst I'm pickled.

But for now no waves, no job and no chart toppers. None, I can remember anyway.

Oh Hi there

Wow // Lethargic to a fault today. I guess some days you just pop in a movie and bam, you're out. Could be the last few days of stress have caused me to crash. Deep down, I want to do lots today. But I can't seem to keep my eyes open. Hope this passes soon. I thought maybe the typewriter WINK WINK would buzz me, alas seriously, if you are still streaming along these words with me, I would be greatly surprised. Let's hit the saved button and come back to this Charlie boy.

There are dogs barking incessantly outside today. Something is amiss....

Flags, Visions and Purple Drank

Today is the first day in a long while I feel I have some legs under me. Of course it all shakes out in the long run, but today I gotta pay the rent.

Reading Augusten Burroughs these days. So far the closest thing to Bukowski and Fante kickin around right now.

There have been a lot of people in my corner recently and I should do something to thank them. I know....I'll make a fortune. A fortune. What defines a fortune? I know, I'll devise a fortune, then I'll make that fortune.

What are the ingredients of a fortune? Do they involve Jolly Ranchers?

When is a great injustice justification for many injustices?

I think I'm finding out.....