No, nothing is making me angry these days.
But I do fear, you know what I fear?
Not death, not global warming, not violence or crime or even war...
I fear being caught in Kafka like net of never ending nothingness.
Oh mother **** me can we just get over this color bullshit, all of us, and get onto the character stuff.
Martin Luther King Jr. put that in the first draft, but he was more intelligent than me so polished it.
If you loved that soul, then any way you can remember and honor that love with all your heart and soul is true.
Even if only to you.
Only you know how you loved this one and only you can honor that.
If I was dumb enough to leave my computer out in the front yard for a few nights I would not be angry at the person who pinched it, nor would I would be angry at myself.
But I would ask my doctor for a Catscan.
I just know life is too short, so beautiful and terrible and ******* full of suffering, yet love and joy too, why waste any second of it being angry?
I only have so much left, I want to focus on the gift of it.
Next......