The Genius of Fools

Here's the update:

     I have finally given LA the finger for good and moved out of the city.  Sadly, I still have to commute for work but honestly the drive is worth the peace and quiet.  That is unless you count the crazy old alcoholic that lives behind us and takes a leak on the trees.  No lie, he's fucking completely pickeled his brain.  Other than him, the neighbors seem pretty cool in that they for the most part keep to themselves.  Thank god for not living in the crowded city and listening to ghetto mother fuckers screaming all damned night.  Fuck You Los Angeles, I'm never coming back.

     I've managed to survive the lay-offs at work so far. Honestly, I hope I get it.  I could use an unemployment vacation.  Speaking of work, I was in a little work related accident resulting on me getting sprayed in the face with battery acid.  Battery acid and eyes don't mix.  EVER.  I was able to perform first aid and get to the doctor and supposedly the blurryness will go away in a week or so.  Just for the record, yes I was wearing safety glasses.  One good thing that came of this was the fact that I was able to see positive proof that even years after I quit doing martial arts, I can still jump, roll, and fall correctly.  It seems as if I had to jump over a machine and fall through a door jam with my eyes closed so I could get to the hose and wash my eye out while inventing a whole new string of profanity likely never heard by human ears..  

     Relationships have been a bit odd as of late with all of the adjustments to living in a communal situation.  Everyone has their own way of communicating and getting things to to mesh together has been a bit of a challenge, but it appears to be well worth the effort that all parties are putting forth.  

     I had breakfast with my father yesterday and we finally hashed out a problem that I've had with him for several years now.  FYI - Giving your girlfriend your dead wifes engagement ring is just about as low class as it gets.  I think Martha Stewart would shit her granny panties.  Just sayin'.

     The bike is running like a raped ape, well that was untill I discovered a bad battery.  Somehow I need to find an hour or two to change that as well as the oil and a vlave adjustment.  Maybe that will help with my disposition.

     Ah, mental health.  I remember that well.  I'm mostly kidding.  For all that I am one giant anxiety-grenade, I think I've held it together pretty damned well through all of this.  I have to admit that having two wonderful women helping the process is one of the main reasons.  There is still plenty to do and the reserves of energy are running dry.  Am I worried?  Hell no.  One thing that life has taught me is that I'm a survivor.  I've been beaten, shot at, hid from the cops and just in general been able to narrowly escape disaster by a c-hair (that's about .002" - .003" for those of you who don't have a "C" or have never used this precise unit of measurement).