From where we left off before, I remember getting the slip of paper ... was it under my door? ... that I was supposed to appear in court because of my non-payment of rent. I had thought reality itself was the thing that was kicking me out, and I was happy about it. I had spent the winter pretty much penniless except for a couple weeks when I picked up my last paycheck from the place where I had been working. The day before my landlord kicked me out, I called a friend over, and he bought me a burger from McDonalds and gave me $15, which was all he had on him. Bless him.
On the following morning, I walked about a mile and a half to this place in Philadelphia proper (my apartment was in the outskirts) where guys sold drugs on the street. I bought a dime bag of marijuana. It was raining. I also knelt down to pray in the middle of the sidewalk a couple of times. Man, I felt invincible.
I went home and smoked up. Then there was a knock on my door — it was my landlord with two cops. I hid the pot, but to make sure I wasn't going to get busted, I acted extra strange. I mean, here I was, acting insane believing I wasn't insane, but actually quite psychotic, with the cartoons and voices in my head at full blast. The cops found the marijuana (and my porn, by the by, cracking a remark about that), but I acted sufficiently strange enough that they called the loony wagon on me. I was involuntarily committed, and I remember at the time I was going through my Lucifer Morningstar phase — I thought I was God's brightest angel, and that Jesus was Michael, the second brightest. This happened in March of 1993.
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10:07am tuesday, 30th october
".....No sadness
is greater than in misery to rehearse
memories of joy..."
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10:21pm tuesday, 30th october
Not saying that this particular incident was a 'memory of joy...'
But what was your happiest memory???
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5:42am wednesday, 31st october
I was turning 7, and we were kinda poor. I wanted a bike for my birthday, but my dad said we couldn't afford it. Then, guess what? My birthday comes, and he gets one for me anyway.
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8:10am wednesday, 31st october
How sweet.
My father once did something similar. He blew all his money gambling so he didn't have any money for a bday present. So he killed two birds with one stone and took the family to vegas! (He took me to circus circus)
He lost some more money, but hey, the smell of candy in my hair still sticks with me.
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