LIFE GONE TO CRAP, BRB

I normally need complete silence to write – even when writing about loud music. This could explain why I haven’t been writing that much lately. In the past few days, silence has been my enemy. Caught in the stillness of sound, I feel overwhelmed by my temporary surroundings. I suppose occupying the space of others that are kind enough to share theirs will do that to you.

Due to circumstances that we can get into later, I have been floating without a home base as of late. This upheaval in my life has caused stress and mental spiraling like you wouldn’t believe. It’s made me uncertain for my future as a grizzled, bitter old man with MS and a phony bladder. Although I feel I can take decent care of myself despite my health issues, the thought of dealing with them without the outside support of others makes me wanna crawl into a hamper and call it a life. But at the end of this long and crappy road, I think there will be happiness and a sense of calm – something I honestly haven’t felt in an eternity.

So, please excuse the lack of writing that will appear here. Once the clouds break and I can see my future more clearly, I’ll give you a reason to stay subscribed as I peel off ream after ream of writing like Jessica Fletcher.

And on a final note, if anyone has a lead on some affordable place to live in the NJ area below New Brunswick, please reach out. I will be relocating to the area and if any friends old or new could lend a hand, I’ll be eternity grateful. Moral support is good, too. If you can help get this newsletter back to its fun-filled tone, you’ll be my friend for life Warzone style.