I miss my family

Little Rock airport. An hour before the flight. Laptop is out and plugged in. Phone is plugged into the laptop. I don't want to write.

I'm a wanderer. I'm wondering the Earth aimlessly. I'm an outcast. I don't fit the mold.

I miss my family. I did video chat a few times with the kids. Indy said he misses me and Stone said I look stupid. Lesley called me up last night about to loose it with Indy. He wanted to make a costume and Lesley didn't have any ideas on how to make one. Indy needed it now and was throwing a temper tantrum. I got him on the speaker phone and said I had a cool idea for a costume. I told him to make a rad costume out of tin foil. He stopped crying and said, "OK."

Lesley emailed me some cool pictures of Indy in his tin foil future suit. I got teary eyed.

I miss my wife.

I'm a fuck up.

I'm supposed to have bought gifts for everyone from my trip but I didn't. There was some cheap jewelry in the Little Rock airport that I was going to get for my wife but I couldn't commit to anything. I have a layover in Dallas, maybe they will have something good.

So much that you are expected to do in this life. Be a good Dad, be a good husband, eat right, excises, meditate, write, create, make money, make something of yourself, organize, and be a friend. I don't know if I can do it.

I don't want to litter. I don't want to help people litter. I don't want to be a part of the problem. I don't want to help to numb our population. I want to be part of the solution.

(The national security level is orange)

Anyone can complain. You want to complain? Fuck you! Be a part of the answer. What's the answer?

I don't know.

Be a good Dad.

Be true to your heart. Do what your intuition tells you.


Be accepting.

Politics, wars, corruption, corporations taking over and all the rest of the bullshit. What can one man do. Get your shit together. Get off your ass. But start small.

Treat your family right.

I miss my family.

I love my family.

I love my boys.

I love my beautiful wife.