I was young enough at one point in my life that simple joy could have easily been found by me in the fact that a nearly endless supply of frozen pizzas, doughy pretzels, and soft serve ice cream. All for free brought to me by beautiful young women. Some these I could have enjoyed like soft serve on a summer day. Maybe two of them I did. If I was a foolthen to not see the wonder, what wonders am I missing now?
And Marietta. To see the signs to the diner and having the tiniest homes offered to me. When I was still confident that I would make it through okay. And others were confident in the economy and offers to me. With a wild hope getting me through. Of a woman I was crazy for. And of artist I was sure of.
The innocence seems gone now and ugly reality is trying to rear it’s head. I hope I will be strong.


