i was feeling sorry for myself, and watching the iraqi-american immigrant scientist who broke the story about lead poisoning the drinking water of flint, and thinking, you whiner, katz would like to slap you, with words, complaining about being in a dark apartment for ten days without a decent flat screen. ha ha, i'm a jerk. but it is dark, a brutal time, and the water's leaded here too, and when it becomes obombaland in trumpworld it will get darker still for a lot of dark folks. i said to these buddies, it's a dark time, isn't it? my heart is heavy. and they said, these are the times that try the soul. in truth, the draft text i put in my phone was, my soul fills with dread, my heart with lead, in this dark time. i feal the fear. the danger in the air. saturated. i hope i'm not killed on this dark street. in farewell we said, just keep on keeping on, keep on walking your dog.