Dear friends, I have something to tell you that is quite difficult for me. I have done something for which I am quite ashamed. This is the most difficult thing I have had to write about but I can not continue on in this manner for fear that the secret that I have bottled away for several days will force it’s way out and consume me. It all happened this past Monday when I was returning home from working on a friend’s computer. I was feeling really good because the problem was resolved and I had cash in my pocket. I wasn’t paying very close attention while I was driving down the street. That’s when it happened. I’m getting pretty choked up just thinking about it because a life ended that day. I really hope you all find it in your hearts to forgive me for my sin but I killed a pigeon!

I was driving just a little fast down Montrose Avenue when I saw this pigeon land directly in my lane. I didn’t think twice about it. Any time a pigeon has crossed my path they are able to flap those nasty grey wings and get the fuck out of the way but I think this pigeon was a little retarded. It landed directly in my path and all I saw were the feathered remnants of its little wings (and head and tail) as they flew past my windshield. That was after I heard a distinctive thud and what sounded like a bowling ball rolling underneath my car. Poor stupid ass pigeon, ‘He dead now!’

Boys and girls, can I tell you how good it feels to be (semi) working again? I have been averaging about two jobs a week helping friends with their computer problems. It is quite satisfying when I look at their little faces after I have fixed their problem or I have configured their system to do what they desired. It gives me a true feeling of accomplishment that my skills are appreciated. I also like the fact that they pay me by cash or check as soon as I am done! Checks are fine but I do like cash. That is what I call immediate gratification! It is basically tax free money since there is nothing to trace back to me. How often does that happen in a corporate job? Oops, stupid question. :- )

Anyway, I’m really thinking this little business of mine may be a good thing for me. I must be getting excited about it because while I was coming home yesterday from a job I was sitting on the train and working some numbers in my head to determine how much money I would need to make this a viable business. Can you believe I missed my stop! I never miss my stop. I have been asleep on the train many times and haven’t missed my stop. I guess what I am saying is that I am forging ahead with this endeavor. Hey, it's either this or selling Streetwise.

It’s another Monday morning and I find myself struggling to get back into my regular morning routine. After spending a week with my family in what sometimes seems like 19th century rural America where dietary health concerns were not even an afterthought I am struggling to divorce myself from the seductive taste of (can you guess?) bacon! I really love that stuff. I think it’s more addictive than cigarettes! I went out and bought a ½ pound of the stuff. Not that fake soy bacon or Sizzalean stuff. No I got the real deal. That Oscar Mayer, grease splattering, shriveling strips that clot your arteries as soon as you place it on your tongue bacon. That’s good shit, Man!

It’s kind of hard getting back into a routine of oatmeal with honey, soy milk and cinnamon (no butter or margarine) with a piece of fruit and water on the side after partaking in such sinful delights as bacon, eggs, biscuits and grits smothered in butter. If you have ever had deep fried Southern Chicken or fish from the South you might as well try to stop taking heroin. I think it would be easier! Damn the food is good down there but oh so bad for you. I have a slight reserve of will power that I will summon today to kick start my diet back in the right direction. Please pray for my greasy soul!