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The Slap Bass Meditation

Today I am thankful for a vintage bass. So.... I found out that another bass player conservative activist was stealing from the homeless at Cherry Creek Reservoir.  I think it is with the help of a police officer. He tried to intimidate the homeless with a dog and stole their tents and heaters. I didn't believe the bassist's bragging story. I went out, in the snow, and found one of the victims and heard the correlate story. The man asked if I were an angel. I told the man that I was no one special -but- that I knew people who wanted to help him. Yes, numerous beautiful people want to help..... reporters.... activists... people who run charities.... and the like. It's snowing. It's cold. The man told me he is safe and gave me his phone number to share with people who will offer shelter and help him.  I gave him the numbers to people wanting to help him find a home. I tried calling the man....no answer. He's my age. He works full ti

Anger Loading in....5.....4....3....2.....

Today I thankful for anger . I thought that my last post would be the best ending for the blog.  The blog is a story.  We become stories after we die. I went to the funeral of a friend on Friday. I could talk about her death. I'm not ready to talk about her death.   She's going to be more than a story.  She's a legend. If she hadn't passed she'd be pissed as hell right now. Maybe she's still with me. Perhaps this beautiful angel led me to the reasons for my anger. ***** I have one hell of a to-do list tomorrow. So....long story short.... The local tea party that I was previously heavily involved in - IS HARASSING HOMELESS PEOPLE AND STEALING THEIR PROPERTY!!! They are publishing pictures and gleeful admissions of guilt online. My printer is going crazy.... if the police ignore this, I'm going to stare down our new city council at the study session tomorrow. They won't recognize me. I dyed my hair black. I didn't