Well, the situation is that Lilly, whom I told yesterday that I had gotten off the plasma bus nearby the Quarter, because I had been told I had to come back the next day by them, instead of them buying 690 milliliters of my plasma. I had decided to walk around the Quarter, picking up money, tobacco, weed and drinks off of, what turned out to be the most successfully, Royal Street. So, she basically culled from me that I was going to buy a bag of superfood powder to powder over the next few days.  My Venmo card, which had been injected with $50 by a friend named John, who's in Green Bay, w ..read more

Hello.  I am sitting on Lily's steps after having walked around in the quarter, which seemed like coming back to old haunts and made me feel nostalgic and out of time. It has changed that much, and exudes the aura of "you can never go back, the past is gone.." Had I shown up today with nothing but a guitar and a backpack, rather than in 2010, I can't see how I could have had anywhere near the same adventure. I've never seen so many unhappy looking tourists, and so many threatening looking -I used to call them skeezers- locals. There are young black kids all along Bourbon Street banging ..read more

Well, I turned the air conditioner off so it would be quiet when I went to record some acoustic guitar tracks. It is quiet and about 82 degrees in here. I'm planning upon having a productive week, this upcoming one. This might be the time when everything comes together and runs like a Swiss watch... But, I've been sleeping in shorter naps rather than 8 hour stretches and it is about time to fall asleep to Beethoven's 6th symphony and let the needle automatically return itself to its cradle when the side is done ..read more

 It's pretty weird how so much of our identity is linked to just the sound of our names; sort of like bird calls. Whatever the bird is it will likely have a song. The term "song" is used loosely in the case of the crow and the black caped night heron, but so it went with The Ramones. The point being that someone will point to some radom person and say: "That's Stuart Smith!" The sound is supposed to mean something to you. I often sit on my couch in my apartment and imagine being visited by certain of the most random figures I can conjure up. I envision my front door opening and; in they w ..read more

But I kind of want it to be stories about me catching turtles in a pond in New Hampshire when I was about 12 or so. Those painted turtles dove fast. Faster than a turtle dove does... You needed one kid, leaning precariously over the bow of the canoe; fishing net poised for a plunge into the black waters, or more accurately; the waters that always looked black because there was black shit at the bottom. The pond was surrounded by hills, forested with the kind of trees that shed their leaves every fall.  They sink to the bottom and turn into the black "muck" that you can smell if you are ..read more

What Would Jesus Do? Oh, yeah, he would walk around preaching and performing miracles; I guess I'll do that... Maybe my life w S ill end the same way as His did?  I mean the going to heaven part.  I think he descended into hell for the 3 days -he didn't go to heaven as soon as they stuck a fork in Him on the cross; I think he went to hell over the 3 days of physical "non-responsiveness." I believe he had some ass to kick down there; I'm not sure. He would have been a first ballot inductee into heaven. He would have gone "straight to heaven," to echo speech that I heard growing up Ca ..read more

Waking up at 6 every morning and doing the "morning papers," as prescribed in the Artist's Way book, by Julia Cameron. This is fine, but it is a half hour of writing down a stream of consciousness style document of everything that is rattling around in the brain upon waking. Draining it out an onto pages that won't be revisited any time soon. This is also fine and now, after having appended a morning walk to the routine, the next thing might be to come here and resume blogging. At around 10 each morning...  Anyways, here is a start in that direction; though I already feel the pull of othe ..read more

It was 6 o' clock in the morning when I woke up and immediately encountered the resistance from the mind. There was no Baltimore Oriole singing at the stroke of 6 because the singing bird clock has got something wrong with it. Item #47: fix the singing bird clock. Then I realized that when I quit smoking it is going to be times like this when I will not smoke the most. A cigarette first thing upon waking just about insures that it is going to be followed by another and then another, at about 40 minute intervals... Homemade Wine I started a 64 ounce bottle of grape juice fermenting by dumping ..read more

 The Artist's Way First thing in the morning; every morning; one must complete "the Morning Papers." This is non negotiable, say's Julie Cameron, the author of this book which Jacob ordered through Elizabeth, the lady in building C who has 3 cats, and who materialized about a half year ago, and has been basically feeding Harold, my cat since not long after materializing. Elizabeth reads a lot, and has borrowed several of my books. She orders from the Chewy™ pet supply company and, every month arrives a giant box of cat food and treats and toys, made even larger now that it also contains ..read more

The post about strangling a skinny homeless lady over an ice cream sandwich that was here for a few days, I have unpublished because I don't remember writing it. If it was a hacker, from me using the wifi at Holy Ground without a VPN, and with a password like Harold123, then she must have fed an AI engine; write a story in the first person by a wicked mean scoundrel. One who would strangle a homeless woman because she didn't say thanks after you bought her an ice cream sandwich. Anyways, right now the Lilly Pad has probably got a no loitering sign on it. Lilly is mad after overhearing me telli ..read more