I keep the doors to the Cave closed these days, and the volume down. I used to blast my music out the wide open garage door, pot smoke bellowing out, and I got to know my neighbors well this Summer. Now I just hide.

I probably could have gotten a turkey dinner today from the local bar, but I'm banned from there.

Did you know that thousands of soldiers are dying every week in that Russia/Ukraine war?

The last physical fight I had was at a party in Oakland, CA. decades ago. Some punk didn't like me playing footsies with his younger sister under the table, and he cold cocked me on the side of my head in the kitchen. It was his families house and I was surrounded by his siblings.

I was knocked out for a second, and when I came to I rushed him, threw him to the kitchen floor and started slamming my elbow down hard into his face, hurting him bad.

I was a raging motherfucker and as I look back, I never knew I had that in me. His brothers surrounded us and pulled me off, the fight ended, and I split.

I've never lived my life as some badass, and I truly hope I've been perceived as a good kind man. Because I know in my heart that I am. I hate fighting with people today, because it breaks me.

There is nothing more in the world that I would desire, than to connect with all my family, my many grand-children that I have never met, and my daughter. The problem is, I haven't earned that privilege.

So all I can say now is, Happy Thanksgiving!