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Shit, I just lost most of an entry... this machine is blinking and blue=screening occasionally, dammit.

Windows sucks... but I'm not familiar enough with Linus to make the switch.

And I will save after typing every sentence from now on. ALT+F+S, easy combo.

I won't even try to reconstruct the entry, but I will start anew.

Only poets and wannabes will be able to live love with the words that they have written. It's not hard for us, what's hard is understanding why everyone else can't.

Yeah, the poets and the clowns and the jesters... they shouldn't get above themselves and start thinking that they're the epitome of society... for society will not condone that, and sometimes does so violently.

Another interesting day, in a way.

Not to anyone else, but to me. Stories that are boring. I hate boring stories when other people tell them, and I think that they reciprocate.

Sleep... well, I got about seven hours, didn't get to sleep until about 00:30 and got up at 07:00.

I then laid there for another two hours, kinda napping but mostly just enjoying not having to get out of bed.

And I think that I've turned the corner with the back, I'm regaining confidence with walking anyway. No cane, unless I'm going somewhere. Inside the house I'm OK, though.

Lana was away for the weekend, and we were supposed to get together to work on her computer once again, but she had to go take care of her Mom, so we'll do that tomorrow.

Herman and I are going out tomorrow, to the Blind Tiger.

I told Lana that I used to work there when I was in high school... I built a rock wall that's still there... and I got arrested there too, for the first time.

And I was innocent, of course.

Another guy and I were outside smoking when the cops saw us. I was wearing a blue shirt, my buddy was wearing a white shirt.

Turns out that the two guys stealing stuff from the white lakes mall building site were wearing a white shirt and a blue shirt.

They took us down to the jail and our boss, Helen Krahn, vouched for us, and in the meantime they had caught the criminals, they brought them in before Helen got there.

Yep, white shirt, blue shirt.

And they were both black.

I'd have to call that a "fail" on the cops part, heh.

That was the first time I'd been falsely arrested; there are four more. I just must;ve looked suspicious as hell in high school... or something.

It was mostly being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Since then, I've been mostly in the right place at the right time, so things do even out.

In more ways than one... my cop nemesis from HS got cancer and died at my hospital and I got to talk to him a lot before he died... interesting guy.

His theory was that the more innocent you looked the more likely it was that you were a criminal, 'cause those guys know how to cover.

He would never take actual innocence into consideration.

I felt sorry for him then, and I still do.

There is, yes there is, innocence in this world.

Yes, much can be gained by faking it.

Part of innocence is thinking that everyone is innocent... that takes a while to get over, and it's really hard for some of us.

Inanely naive, we forge though the world... the world kills up usually.

Sometimes we survive, by adopting cynicism. It helps a lot.

Idealists and Democrats are most frequently innocents, at least to a much greater degree than conservative Republicans.

And I just had another shut-sown while I was editing, so I shall get this up immediately and to bed....

"The liberties of a people never were, nor ever will be, secure when the transactions of their rulers may be concealed from them." -Patrick Henry, revolutionary (1736-1799) July 2008 Index
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