Sandman's Journal

Last night I died in my dream from a nuclear explosion. As the fire ball consumed me I tried to relax and embrace my next stage of existence. I got scared and I woke up, though; I think the propane heater was left on too high.

I've been staying at Watership Down for the last couple days. I fished again this morning at Lake Ilo, but still didn't get even a nibble. This bachelor life isn't so bad. My situation is enviable to most. Still though, sometimes I feel like something is missing. What is it: a girlfriend? A motorcycle? A wad of money? A physical therapist? Dental floss? A record deal, maybe?

There's always something, but I will say, for the first time in thirty years . . . I feel rich. I mean I still can barely afford to drive to another state, but I now notice how lucky I am compared to the rest of the world. I have a loving family, a good job, a car, a guitar, a house, musical merchandise, and this website to communicate my philosophies through.

I do wish I could influence our so-called leaders to be gentler and kinder to our verdant planet, though. Then maybe I'd quit having these war-time nightmares. I ask a lot, I know, but perhaps I'm not being wholly selfish.