More truth

I'm scared to go home. I'm not ready for real life. An overnight isn't enough. Sometimes I think no amount of time would be. 

Truth

I've been in love three times. Only one was worth a damn. 

The Last Time I Saw Richard

 

Santa Cruz

I took the train and bus down here, definitely still noticing my anxiety. Instead of succumbing to it, though, I'm just watching it, seeing where it goes, where it takes me, where it intersects with me. All this meditation shit I'm doing is not for nothing. 

Photo taken at Emeryville Amtrak before I left.

Reconciliation

Two years since I've spoken with my father. Almost three. My mom and I got it together before she died. I don't know if this will be the case here. I don't know if I can point a finger (abuse, neglect) when I called him a motherfucker and told him the wrong parent died. I just don't know.

Little League

 

San Francisco Writers Conference