That is a very sane man sprinting across the highway.

I am content. This is a recent developement. For the first time in two decades I feel mentally healthy. By my own standards anyway. Just yesterday I took the deer's approach to crossing College Road and simply bolted across with absolutely no regard for the basic ideas of
physics such as inertia and impact. Less than a week ago failed miserably at trying to stifle laughter as a total stranger threatened to "fucking kill" me. Not actions typically viewed as evidence of sanity. Hell, while I was writing that last sentence a customer arrived and I served him with a completely bogus New York accent and while I was writing this sentence he came back to buy a keychain which I handled with my true, southern accent.

The point is, life is fun right now. Perhaps "content" is not the correct word. Content implies a certain apprehension towards the idea of change, therefore, content cannot be a suitable word because it is change itself that has made me feel this way. If that made any sense at
all.

My shit-hole car finally died. It was resurrected friday morning and by friday afternoon it was back in the one place where it seems to feel right at home, the back of a tow-truck. So now it looks like I will be back on the bus with all of the drug-dealers, prostitutes, fast food
employees, that guy who pisses on the courthouse, and every other lunatic in Wilmington.

I think I might go apply for a job at a childrens daycare under the name "Icepick".