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“The mind is like an umbrella. It’s most useful when open.” — Leonard Durso

Originally posted on Art of Quotation: “The mind is like an umbrella. It’s most useful when open.” Walter Gropius, German, architect

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love of a father

Sorry, I don´t know why this picture appeared.
He does seem to have a grand day.
It was my mother who raised me, she took care of me,
now is my job to take care of her.

When I got basically kicked out of college and the US, yes, I did study there.
I got home at age 19, but not to my parents home so I jumped from job to job,
is not so bad being a bartender…. ya know girls!

I got bored so I joined the Spanish Legion.

My mother couldn´t handle it.
But who was there? The father.

He was born in a family that is not family oriented,to say the least.
You can´t expect more from the man emotionally, but he is truly a genius in his work.

conversation with me and him goes,

ME- ¨hello¨
HE- ¨Are you good?¨
My answer is always that I am good.

Just people. Except this one is a genius. And the fucked up son, he will protect me
and knowing him I don´t know why. Being deployed in the army, I talked only with him,
no emotions as I said before he will just say ¨Everything good?¨, just my dad, a great man.

Hopefully he doesn´t read this pussy shit.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses,.

Homeless charly

I have two trombones, one near the vein in my heart,
the other one on my right, pancreas works 50 percent,
and if I start with all my medical problems, I could write
a thesis. Yes,there are more.

Part from the army days, I did get
shot I did see things people should never see. But that part of
my life was the best, strange right? So I live now with the social
security money, 400 bucks baby! I get by, specially when moms helps
me with the food,but she already suffered too much,me in the army,
deployed,being a drunk, drug addiction,calling her all type of names,
but beautiful wich is what she is, she does, like everyone has a STOP sign,
forgot, being in jail, not the best life I chose, except army.

Yesterday I get a call from the social security services (love the name),
telling me that at the 30th of this month I have to see Isabel, beautiful
name and a beautiful person, but it is her job to tell me, no money you honey,
so homeless, not give shit to my family, they did enough. Just happy to be
able to pay this fucked up room for now and the internet,light,water, you know,
so I got to love you people, not all, but there are some good people out there.

This turned into something strange…..stream of consciousness?

My point in short, I can survive all the shit that comes at me.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.