...tomorrow I'll be thirty-GodDamn-eight...yay. :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:. Its a wicked lot, this life; this constant battle to be free of unknown/unwanted influence. It's a wicked lot to see. I am an elite veteran of the 'Drug War'. I was a prisoner in that war. My experience is deep and intense. I know too much. It is difficult for me to live like this. My experience in $tr8 informs my world view. I see the beast in all it's monstrous forms.
I can't really pretend to be ignorant of the things I know. It's just a wicked lot... To know that I am alone forever.
See in a way to be acculturated is to be accepted by the group or the society. I am not accepted. I am not even wanting their acceptance. I am still like a misbehaver in the group. I can't relate.
I was a homeless teenager evading capture. I cannot deny my experience and yet how can I live with it ??
Somehow I just have to accept what is. This wicked...wicked lot.