Me ole'factory memory.

I can still remember the racetrack,

Now gone. The land turned into some excuse to raise tuition.

I can remember skipping school with my mother and going to the racetrack with her.

Watching her say hello to old drinking buddies. One of them called me Damien.

He's now gone.

I can remember the scent of hot dogs and cigarettes. Blending together and forming the bottom.

I hear the hooves pound the Earth.

I hear the men swearing.

C'mon you sonofabitch!

I hear my mother's voice louder than the men. She's spitting expletives better as well.

At least I'm not at school.

So I got my flu shot today. So the government has implanted some sort of microchip, switched my genes, made me gay, made me sterile, is going to make me walk backwards, is going to make me sick, make my arm fall off, and sent advertisements into my dreams to make me crave Fanta.  

Which is all fine with me. At least I won’t get an elder person sick with the flu because I refused to let the government make me gay.  

Actually. I trust science a lot more now because I know the scientific community doesn’t trust our government. It’s kinda crazy. The government used to be able to hold that fear over us. But now that we know for sue science is on our side, go get a flu shot.  

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