The Long and Winding Road (Wasn't that a Beatles line?)

Don't you love when people start out their posts by saying, "It's been so long since I've written."?

Well I'm not going to do that.

These days I'm not high on caffeine, I'm not high on alcohol and I'm not high on drugs.

So what am I left with?

Reality.

And yes, reality sucks sometimes. But mostly it's a wonderful, long strange, winding road called life.

So what's been happening over the past five years? If you're reading this, which you most likely are not, you may have noticed that something strange has occurred since 2020. And come on, let's face it, probably a few centuries before.

Oh, let's start with a TV pandemic, throw in a bunch of mind control experts and top it all off with a system that steals our money, poisons us and is intent on making sure that we end up dead.

Then there's baby chihuahuas.

What have baby chihuahuas got to do with anything? Nothing other than Surfer Boy and I adopted two precious babes who someone deemed fit to leave in a box at a kill shelter in Compton.

So where am I going with this?

Nowhere Mon Frare as George Carlin would say.

It's been a long road and here I sit in my lovely, remodeled home in Dana Point overlooking my organic farm (yes I started one) and next to my three month supply of water (yes I've stockpiled) and two rooms away from the one year (you read that right!) supply of rice and beans in case the world should come to an end.

And oh yeah, I had those toxic bags called breast implants removed from my chest because they almost killed me.

It took me four years to write my last book and what am I doing now? 

Why blogging, funny you should ask.

Okay, back to it.