Time for Dance. I need some music so I turn on my piano and begin with sustain E.
The list goes thru my mind and scrambles a new song lines of peaceful lyrics.
"Who is on the list?" I am asked by the tip agent from the FBI?
"Local Male Writers and Critics involved with local Broadcast and Publishing"
but I told him that I did not make out lists.
I do the "right thing." Whatever that means.
So, I'm due brownie points and feel cheated by the system.
This is not the story of my life. This is the story of some men's lives. Some men who are so desperate and in such despair that they focus on something peaceful and pretty. Like me.
Yeah, you first read it here on Diaryland.
Peggy Penny writes that she thinks she is peaceful and pretty. Actually, I correct myself. I am pretty peaceful all things considered.
10:15 a.m. - 2019-02-17