Just Yesterday

It started out to be another day of hacking up dried blood from my lungs. I went to the Grateful Heads N.A. speaker meeting at Terra Nova Clubhouse at 10:00 in the morning. My lungs are damaged beyond repair, (I believe) from smoking all that crack through a stem. Like I said, just another day, until I went down to my Temple, for the monthly psychic faire. Last year, probably around October I was asked to participate in the monthly fairs as a psychic, and I agreed. I did twelve fifteen minute readings in a row, and was so exhausted. Ond of the first clients came up to me after the faire was over and asked if I wanted some art supplies she had just laying around the house, (for free) and I said yes. "Come on outside to my car," she said. There in her car she handed me a set (maybe 40) of pastel chalks and several pads of drawing paper! She said she had lots & lots more at home. This woman gave me about a hundred dollars US of art supplies and said she would give me more. I was very thankful for her gift, and told her so, but I asked why she was not going to use these herself. She answered by telling me she had fancied herself an artist for many years, but could never get "the hang of it." She had over the yaers bought a "lot of supplies" and never really used them, preferring to sit and watch TV instead. In my mind I knew exactly what she was talikng about, having had set my art aside, (even though I did continue to purchase supplies) while I was busy smoking crack.

note~ I am working on a post about my crack habit, but I am still hesitent to post it.

note~ I am 4 and 1/2 years clean from crack!