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WOW----TR------you have done so much with this place since I first logged in. I have not had time to read through past words, but I hope your getting the support you need and more!!! Find a place---its awkward when you yourself are awkward, but this place is a place where awkward no longer is awkward but rather, a celebration of the inner excitement and the strange that comes with enjoying productions by Merry Pranksters-GD--Zen Tricksters------>DSO------> Days of strange with Novel being novel, at least since 1918. Seclusion to a recluse. Hidden behind walls, covered faces, expressions lost by vails. Its nice to bring back winks to show favor of personal flavor. Nothing more kinder this year then spinning with a lop sided belly to wonderous sounds that pierce the soul---Remember how you cried the day of your first born----Impactful---you will always remember. Life out of the movement of two bodies becoming one creating another. Its poetry in motion---Its beauty we all celebrate in the ways we like the most. Soon there after--the late nights--no sleep---the dirty diaper changes---the efforts, finances, sacrifices to make that act into a person we will always see as beautiful in our eyes no matter their failures or successes. We will still love because of the energy we give---despite the ups and downs--somehow that rollercoaster makes us closer, love more, and allows us to care beyond what we ever cared for previously. -----Sound like tour? Less the diapers? For some----we got 1 on the way, and for some reason, I think some of us may change a diaper or two over the next couple years. How Rude!! Most of us know and have a understanding or some hint of the interconnectedness of life. To be born again in the witness of thousands---to be one way, and that night turn into something else. To walk down that crazy lot and into a isle ---- to fully open you self up to something larger than yourself. Its a birth into something greater than yourself. Its love making with the moves and grooves of many. Its a product that would not be unless enjoyed with others. Its enough at times to make you cry with all the emotions you ever had or will have. A release of the deepest seeded feelings that a person can experience outside of the creation of life itself. A sacred bond shared by those we choose to love. A wise Doctor once told me, we are a dysfunctional family that choose to be family. We were not born into it--we searched for it----the meaning of it----to much to understand on our own, so we connect with others to share how it effects ourselves, only to find, it effects strangers the same way. Over time, those strangers became friends, and from friends, became family. Family, that on multiple occasions drove an extra 5-10 hours to get me home, when I missed a train. When your girl got mad and left you in a rural area with no rentals, planes or trains. The existential family stepped in and delivered you back to where you belong. I have family on here. I am lucky I searched and found individuals I will love forever, and despite me, will love me forever. People outside of us, have asked--- "why is going down the road feeling bad fun".....Me Mom--in particular-----Why is bad so glad----because---- stuck in a car melting away was not enough for a soul to leave area of the best sound just to attempt to pry my ass out of the car to share in our ritual dance. The ritual is not ours as if we own it, but the shared experiences and joy of sharing it with each other and everyone else is as close as I will ever get to the tears and the joyous feeling of my first born. ----Brother C---you did not get me out of the car---but I danced with you the same. Spirit is not always as real as shaking bones, but its as big if not bigger----thank you for trying!!!! Military----when you work through it all, you grow with some ---you know in your mind why honor, valor, and courage is respected. Its because you realize, you would actually give your life for someone you know who would do the same for you---you become connected in ways typical friendship does not offer---or even allow. The comradery----sounds light years away from this type of "Hippy" forum---but its as close as it could ever be. I came here lost, trying to find some semblance of normalcy, peace, acceptance---answers----The answers found me when I was not looking. ------There is a road, no simple highway between the dawn and the dark of night and if you go, no one may follow That path is for your steps alone You who choose to lead must follow but if your fall you fall alone if you should stand, then who's to guide you? If I knew the way, I would take you home. There is no path home but the path home you make for yourself. No one can answer those questions so deep and personal---even if you share. The beauty of it is ownership of your choices, but the love in it is the help our family gave to keep a dead man walking. The support to help a wounded brother. The understanding that we all fall. To fall is human, to seek answers is human, to step back and offer support in the journey to help someone find those paths, well------that's love in its purist form. Family kept a float a wandering soul, disheartened, disillusioned, numb, near no mercy, and the death that would of followed. Awkward---huh? lil bit---Openly shared a world of despair. Everyday, like the panhandler on the street. Just looking for little nuggets to hold on to. Something to bring back meaning to the feelings. Oddly, found it in the Ruddiest of places. Younger Cosmic offered a hand, followed by some Texas Tea, wrapped by some locally hated Reynolds out of the Carolina Contingent, and smoothed over by chance meetings with a northern Cave Doctor on some Caribbean island stuck with another confused child of Mason---who has grown as much as myself over the years--near a decade. Teacher up north and a pizza brother in Jersey who no longer frequent-- I dont forget the nights you reached out worried. What a quick synapsis of years past that seems like yesterday. There was some sweet Mango in between along with deep wisdom out of Vegas-----yea, I know, there is more to Vegas than glitter and gold!!! I will end this story with some of biggest offering of thanks---TR......Thanks T Ron----you offered confidence to a pure heart when awkward was at its height---All I wanted was to jump back on the bus, so badly it scarred some that were already riding. Anyone, anywho, anywhere else, the troubles would of been turned away, dismissed, and never thought about again. Not here----Not with these people. my 2nd GD show----so drunk despite help, they were throwing me out. Alone, helpless, all my funds and material out for some to prosecute, others to profit, and for me to loose was kept close and hidden by strangers who left 1st set of the show to care for me. Staid with me in the lot until those I was with found my near lifeless body. I do not know who those strangers were, individually, but I know them now as our family. The same family who I annoyed, pestered, and ultimately shared with the darkest moments of my life--openly, with out embarrassment----as I knew from days past, when I lost my wings---and could not fly, others would fly to me and so they did, and so I get to write this random with a smile on my face. God Bless Jerry Bless -----I am truly thankful, I am thankful for your peace, your patience, and your understanding. You are a community of brothers and sisters that choose each other!! You are family, and I am thankful to always be part of it!!! Thanks for bringing me water when I preferred beer. LOVE YALL!!!

Love and miss you my brother more than words can tell. Not GD lyrics but gratefully now in rotation: If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish Would you ask for something like another chance? Or something similar as this? Don't worry too much It'll happen to you as sure as your sorrows are joys

Franklins tower played going into commercial on first quarter of Thursday night football tonight

There was a teenage German shepherd stationed by the bridge. He seemed to be very green at his “job” and all over the place mentally. We thought maybe he was in training. I didn’t see the K-9 present the second night. I saw a guy teeter over up front and security just got him water and helped him out of there. Drunk. But there was a sweet couple with lady crying and the man clearly having a rough go of it and hard time holding it together. They were escorted out. Yet at Los Muertos con Queso a guy took a sand nap like 30 feet from the stage. He had a pulse so no one really did much of anything 😂 but danced around him.

PoPo canine be like: We be like: There was a couple who got escorted out by some guys in tie-dyes and definitely more cops and security than before. Way more in fact. It did seem like overkill....

They told me that 50 years ago. I’m still waiting but by now I’ve pretty much given up hope.