i thought i lost my s.s. card and my birth certif. but then i remembered r put it away forgot in the bottom drawer. then i was going out to sit and read the life and times of nipsey hussle and i thought i lost my phone. i was invoking the creator of the universe and cussing myself silly and then i found it in the car on the front seat where it slid out of my butt pocket.

pshew. i'm too tired to go out now. i think the fear of losing something is the reason something gets lost and then when it's found the fear is gone.

it feels good to get rid of stuff though, wow. i used to sleep on the floor, before i got that sofa bed for 15 bones. and mice, before i sealed the joint. and in between, so much stuff to get rid of. if we just thought of getting rid of stuff before we got it we might be happier. each unnecessary thing that goes lightens my soul.