I have a friend who refers to this blog as a stage in my life.

She's an artist's marketer.  It's her business to recognize and promote artists of varying genres.  She specializes in the performing arts.  She focuses on dancers, singers and writers who pronounce their own words.

I'm the latter, and she's been without anything to say about me for a while now.

I can't blame her.  I haven't officially said anything for a long time.  Except on Facebook.  There, I proclaim such expressions as to potentially earn a Masters Degree.  In Bullshit.

So I won't bother anyone who's watching now with any bullshit.

What I will say is:

I'm lonely.
I'm sore.
I'm not in the mood to entertain your ego.

I've got one, too, and I learned long ago that it's not worth shit.
So neither is yours.

You wanna connect?
So do I.

Please.

And so we're left to see who's still out there.

So many years later.

My Mom's dead; my Dad's dead, and I've collected all the cash I could've from the estate.

I was working like a dog the last time I posted.  Working for someone else's profit.  That company now earns as much in the profits that I sold for them as it takes me to survive.  More, even.

Now, I'm over 50, and I'm setting out for myself.

Same home, same budget.  It's amazing a guy could make a living so possible in NYC for so little.  But I remain a Bohemian at heart.  I did this in San Francisco and LA.  And I did it again in NYC.

And I'm still doing it.

This time with meaning.

So who's out there?