I’ve just uploaded Hey Eliott #6. It was alright I kinda like having some sort of background noise in my audio. I am still using my phone to talk into. Which makes me so grateful for the microphone in this IPhone. It saddens me to say that this phone is the closest thing to a relationship I have. 

I have been lurking in the conspiracy corner lately. My mind does tend to steer in that direction and I try to fight it. I try to stay at the perspective of lives were lost and it saddens me and gives me some fear about going into social situations. That’s the baseline I try to keep with these. 

but the more I look at it I feel like there’s something more to the story I’m hoping that it’s just Gross incompetence by the investigators. That’s my hope. But my fear is something happened and it was only a test for other actions. Maybe that’s just my personal fears of people getting together to hurt others. 

But time will tell. Anyway catch up with you later

and the podcast is 38 minuets and not 38 hours. I’m still getting the hang of everything.  

Building my sandcastle  

I feel like my ability to empathize, for my heart to bleed is stretched thin. I think that if I decided to let myself hurt for everything that has gone on recently, I would need to be placed in a sanitarium. Now California wildfires have replaced Las Vegas.  

I am seeing entire empires disappear. Hard work, passion, lives to live...lost.  

Its become apparent to me that the rarest way to die is peacefully in your sleep at 100. When the future is cloudy and when fear seems to control your choices. Your best bet is to try to live a life time in the simplest of moments. Try to spend a hundred years in a dongle kiss. Live a lifetime in. Guitar lick. Take your time. It has to be the journey not the destination.  

I’m sitting in the place I work at snarfing down a banana and plain Greek yogurt. Let’s do the year challenge. Every morning I will have a banana and plain Greek yogurt. How does that sound?  Sounds good to me.  

Will you allow me to make my case for strip clubs?  Can you allow me that?  My friend took me to eat pizza and see some girls dance and flirt with me for a dollar. It wasn't a classy joint. But you know, when is scamps  get together....one of the girls kept talking about a "drumstick". Like she was offering me a "drumstick". I learned from a co-worker that she was talking about a joint.   Go figure!  Anyway that was that. 

I walked to work this morning and it's cold and rainy. When I stopped my eating healthy and blogging and podcasting (sorry) in May it was cold and rainy. Now I'm back on the horse and it is once again cold and Rainy. I don't know what that means.    

Anyway.  I'll keep you posted take care of each other.