Well here it is again, the leaves are nearly gone and so is another year. All and all its been a good year for me. I started the first few months living in West Denver, enjoying the fact that I didn’t have to pay any rent. I was living on an abandoned property where I had in effect bought the title to a house which was late in the foreclosure stage, so I had the right to be there until the sheriff came and threw me out. Since I wasn’t on the loan than there wasn’t any personal risk to me – I was the owner only on paper. A strange deal, and when I moved into the place I immediately changed all the locks but the strangest part of the whole deal was that I was in a guest house which had been split into its own property but shared a water line with the main house that was also abandoned. As the winter became the coldest in years I ended up having to break into the front house several times and fix the plumbing. It was hell just getting the H2O turned on in the first place. Well, to make a long story short, I initially moved in there with the idea of negotiating a great price with the bank but I decided to blow the whole west Denver scene, I’m too wonder bread/white-bread to be out in Chollo country anyway. As luck had it they gave me 1500$ to blow the little pop-stand so all and all I lived for 6 months and paid 500$ rent.
On Valentines day I found an apartment after spending a couple weeks in a motel on 6th and Federal which was my little goodbye to West Denver. The Seafood Burrito stand outside the place was excellent and the girls were nice enough not to spit on my shrimp and fish tacos- I lived on them for two weeks. I than returned back to my old stomping ground, Capitol Hill and I am back in a tiny apartment living the bohemian lifestyle of an Urban book man. It’s more of a melting pot up here on Crack Hill. A lot of Yuppies, students, old townies, queens, lesbos, mexicans, and crack dealers all living in the same little area. I guess I don’t really fit into any easy categories, no little cubbyhole for me. Maybe the best way to describe my lifestyle is that of an Urban Carefree Freak.
I know now that I am different than most people and I pride myself in not fitting in with the clan. I look at all white people as being descended from the tribal clans of Northern Europe. Although I am a total mutt I see my own people sometimes and recognize people for no reason. I don’t believe much in past lives, I think our lives stretch throughout time and we can tap into the collective consciousness of the human race at any time. Time itself is like a prison from which we can’t escape but on some level I feel intuitively that our existence on this planet transcends time, can we make a jailbreak? The past and the future all exist within each moment. We all have wrapped into us, a lot of the past.
The question for me is how necessary is it for my DNA to survive? I am now an Uncle but does the human race need more Magichector’s-I’m not sure. I think the future holds a lot of changes for future generations that won’t be easy. The human race has in many ways effectively destroyed our environment here on earth and in our life times things will change dramatically. The population in Asia and Latin America continues to explode and in the future there will be wars due to overpopulation and scarcity of natural resources. Land grabbing and religion have always been the two biggest motivators in human conflict. Is it necessary for me to bring someone into the world who might suffer more than myself? Anyway I’m on the bubble but maybe I can get some sperm frozen just in case, a last resort for Cryogenetics.
The summer was a little rough but fall has been quite enjoyable overall and I am returning towards a healthy, productive lifestyle. I work at least a little bit on my business seven days a week. Other than that I sit around and strum my guitar, read a lot of books, watch cable TV, sometimes write in my journals, and listen to a lot of music. Women seem to come and go in my life but right now there is really nobody special in my life. I figure that will change when I am ready for it to. Right now I am trying to shore up some of my own personal issues and I enjoy being free. I miss female companionship sometimes though.
I am looking forward to the winter and I have made a few adjustments. I moved my computer desk into my kitchen and I plan to make it my war room. I moved my old kitchen table that has been my headquarters back to storage. I am trying to change old patterns and old habits and stir up change in my life. I am also trying to be as minimalistic as possible in my living space. Everyday I think of something new to get rid of. Its a matter of limiting myself to the simplest things in life and cutting out clutter. Clutter seems to send me into an Entropic tail spin.
I am also going to bed early and waking up before seven in the morning. I tend to hibernate a lot in the winter time. This is a great schedule for the winter because I can jump in the truck and head to the mountains for a day of skiing quite naturally-that’s going to be my stress reliever.
The other stress reliever is hitting the gym which I have been doing regularly now for the past couple months. I am working on lifting heavy weights using machines and doing a lot of squats and dead lifts. I also swim 2-3 times a week and use the flotation device to work my arms and the kick board for my legs. I’m hoping it will help come ski season which is nigh on. The gym I go to is primitive and the crowd can be rough but I like it better than the plastic Racquet World scene-although they do have good food at Racquet World. I go to the Denver Parks and Recreation gyms which are definitely Econo. I definitely need exercise or else I start melting like the Wicked Witch of the West.
I am going to be shoveling snow late at night during storms this year for a little extra cash which is the kind of exercise I love, clearing the way for my friends plow. The one drawback is we start at 3 in the Morn’, a time for the dead. I’ll probably need a little of the old nip to help me along but it will bring back memories and it’s for a good friend- bring on the wet, white stuff!!
Well, its time to go now but I am going to keep blogging more often-stream of consciousness- its good to leave some record behind of daily musings-Cheers!
