Just a short little letter to you, sitting here in the coffee shop. I was so incredibly happy to hear from you the other day on the phone.
As I was telling you, I had an appointment setup to see an acupuncturist in Grandin. Later I went and it was awesome. We talked for the first hour about all of my physical problems in this lifetime. It was great. She was very thorough. The spots on my hands that crop up from time to time, turn out to be lung related. As I suspected, my lungs are basically the source of most of my problems. And she says, so is orange juice. Damn. She says OJ is causing a lot of mucus in my system. So I gave the rest away to Mario which he received graciously.
Anyway, to make a long story short, it was very cool, and the fam is paying for all of it.
I sent a card to my dad for his b-day and xmas, saying I’m still out of work and I’m sorry that I can’t swing presents this year. He wrote me an email back saying it was cool, and besides, they gave up Xmas 2-3 years ago anyway. So it looks like no presents from them. Very cheap, you know, for people who can afford it and most definitely DO celebrate Xmas and just aren’t saying so. Yeah, disgusting when I think about it.
Somehow I’m mostly able to concentrate on what I’m doing down here at the coffee shop even with all these assholes looming all around. I suppose that’s a good thing. My tolerance is strengthened.
Well, write or call or do whatever you can to get back in touch with me and say hello. I love you.