New glasses. 


Left eye. Everything skewed.

Normal they said.  Hard to believe.

Accustomed. In a week or so they said I’ll be.

Clean and crisp.  Words now easy to read.

A bit off.

For a few days things will seem.

They said.

Never adjusted, now they believe. 

Another visit, different doctor. 

Different prescription.

I wonder how far I will see.  Or different.

Will I see?

20/20 never except maybe.

When I dream.


I remember when I was in my teens I couldn’t wait to be an adult – twenty one years old walking into a liquor store taking my time to pick the right beer or pint of hard stuff.

Those years came and went too fast.   I’m getting really close to fifty and can’t say I like it.  I know there’s nothing I can do to stop it and I’ll never try.

Some deny it.  Other’s disguise it.  Some spend lot’s of money trying to camouflage it with skin products.  Then there are the ones that pay to go under the knife only to heal looking like everyone else that went under a knife.

Not for me.  I’ll never try to beat the inevitable.  We all age and we all die.  What really matters is how we live and I’m not one to let the number of years I’ve been alive govern how I exist.

A few days ago a coworker mentioned my bald spot.  I knew it was there but never really paid attention to how big it is.  I never cared.  But this time, when getting ready for work I took a quick look in the mirror and to my surprise it’s bigger than I imagined.  I’m lucky though.  Lucky because I know there are men out there that would freak out and have some sort of episode or serious loss of self esteem.   It didn’t phase me.  I saw it thought “holy shit” then went about my day.  I told my girlfriend and her only words were “who gives a fuck.”  She cracks me up sometimes.  She thought I was tripping, thought I was worried about going bald.

If you’re balding, so what, people worthy of your company won’t care.  It’s just hair.




My job is only sixteen miles away from where I live but it takes me a bus, a train then another bus to get there and the same to get back, two hours, one and a half if I’m lucky, three hours if it’s Saturday or Sunday and I miss one of the buses.  I have been riding public transit for many years and I have come to realize that a lot people that drive look down on or think less of people that do not own a car.  It’s strange and sad how people can do that, judge other human beings based on what they own. It’s bad enough we are all at one point or another judged by our appearance.  I’ve owned cars and yes, it was convenient being able to take myself where ever I needed or wanted to go but at the same time owning a car was headache.  I had to sell my last car for almost nothing because it needed an engine and the cost of replacing it was too close to what the car was worth and what was paid for it.

Aside from the extra time it takes from my day to get to my job and back I don’t mind riding public transit.  I’m reminded that life is always harder for someone else and of course that others are better off.  Some people drive to Union Station or other Metro train stations park their car and ride into downtown Los Angeles.  Either way it’s humbling.  For those who think less of metro goers – take a trip one day.  Go far, not just down the street for a few blocks.  Travel into different neighborhoods, take a trip to Santa Monica, The Hollywood Walk of Fame or to Universal City WalkUniversal Studios, downtown Long Beach, so many places are now accessible using public transit.  Routes travel through good and bad neighborhoods and by bad I mean less fortunate.  Being behind the wheel of a vehicle regardless of make and model just means you were able to pay for it or that you made it a priority to pay for it.

Be warned that traveling to and through certain cities can be dangerous.  A co-worker, father of a two year old, age 22 at the time, was mugged at knife point early morning on his way to work.  Three guys, one grabbed him in a choke hold with a knife to his throat while the other two emptied his pockets and took his backpack.

A few years back while I waited for the final bus around 11 p.m. in front of the church across the street from Olvera Street a nicely dressed grey haired man asked me if I wanted to buy a revolver, “40 bucks and I got the bullets” he said to me.  I refused never saw him again.  At that same spot, homeless people with tents line the street at night a few yards away from the bus stop. Maybe a week after I could have owned a pistol I witnessed a homeless guy being beaten by another: punched and then kicked while on the ground.  The guy on the ground saying “sorry, sorry man” the whole time.  Cops showed up, no sirens, got out of their cars, walked over, then as paramedics showed up, no sirens, tended to the injured and left, then the cops left.  That was the last time I waited at that stop.

So, if you ride public transit because you have to, don’t be ashamed.  And, if you own a nice car or a clunker remember some people choose to travel via public transit and others have no other choice.  At the end we’re all the same, flesh and bones.


Money is one of the most dangerous addictions, maybe more so than any substance ingested, injected, snorted and or smoked.  The people addicted are willing to risk even the very planet that sustains us. Their need for money and its temporary power a definite sickness. It’s most unfortunate that for centuries the masses have been ruled by such addicts.

This tonald dump presidency is full of junkies. The link below describes what portion of our endangered planet they’re willing to destroy next.


To the job.

It’s always a drag having to leave my work to go to the job.  Looking forward to lunch break.

One day no more.

Wage slave

NEVER a drone.

Special Olympics Fundraiser

My cousin in South Carolina has started a fundraising page for the Special Olympics in South Carolina. It’s a great cause! Share some Love.
To donate click on my cousin’s image, it will take to the fundraising page. Thank You!!


I always thought crows were scavengers until one day on a freeway on-ramp I saw a crow dive bombing into a bush.  On the third dive a squirrel shitting bricks darted out from the plant almost onto the road.  Traffic was slow enough to see this bit of action but not slow enough to witness the outcome.  This happened a few years ago.

Today, on the way to my job heading down the street  just a block from where I live  stood this crow picking at the ground.  I had my eye on it as I drove towards it and as I passed noticed it was eating a fresh kill.  A squirrel.

I circled the block pulled up rolled down my window and recorded the short video below.