On the edge?

 I believe in myself.  I think I know what I am doing.  At least, most of the time.  At the moment, I am in between reason and crazy.  Both of my parents have abandoned me and left me for dead.  And, looking back upon the events of the last year or two, I am surprised I have made it this long.  It's almost like when my brother died, so did I.  Or, better said, so did my parents...?  I am not exactly sure how to articulate this feeling, this emotion I am having regarding them at the moment. Moreover, I have been thinking about this for quite some time and putting off writing about it for even longer.  I don't even know what good, if any, writing about it does.  I never go back and read what I have written.  I just publish it for the world to see, which it never does.  

--Telephone call ---> from DANNY HARD  <--

My God, the opportunity of a lifetime just presented itself.  And it appears he has taken over an operation in Palm Springs and has a new partner.  Moreover, he is in need of my services.  Again.  It couldn't have had better timing. While the partner is questionable, he's been around for a LONG time, and  I am more than ready to move along in life, and this is the best thing to come along.  The City has not been kind to me.  YES, I have made some new friends, but I have also been on the street for over eight moths, bouncing from random couch to random place, and not really having anything stable.  It has cost me.  Years of my life - it has aged me.  And I've nothing to show for it, other than losses.  Thank God for Ramses, my dog.  He's carried me thru a lot, and I him.  BUT FOR him, I would be a dead man walking, and maybe just dead...

It's HIGH TIME I changed this...with or without my parents help.  It is the latter, and I don't even know why I hold any hope that they might come to my aid.  Ever again.  They won't.  They may as well be dead to me.  I am to them...