PoM 311
My Father’s Song:
I play extremely dissonant music.
I believe that those tonal relationships sound exactly as I felt as a child and teenager.
My father liked Tennessee Earnie Ford and Marty Robbins.
I live in the second most densely populated city in America. My family lived on a 112 cattle farm in Virginia.
My family was military…I became a blues/avant-garde guitar player.
My father was an early riser. I go to bed at 1:00 or 2:00am
My father never exercised a day in his life…I run 13 miles in a day sometimes.
My father was a practicing alcoholic. I am a teetotaler.
My father didn’t care a whit about his family. Mine means the world to me.
My father was completely shut down emotionally. I live in my feelings.
Ya think Daddy might of had a touch of influence on me?
PoM 312
Step 11
Synonyms for abstemiousness are self-control, self-denial, self-restraint, sobriety and moderation.
Thank you God that you have helped me to maintain abstinence from overeating foods today. Two of the three best men I have ever known had their spiritual gifts taken away from them because of how much food they ate.
Thank you God that I am sexually self-restrained now. I didn’t used to be, at all. I had so much taken away from me because of that.
Thank you God that I am sober. My mother and father lost their health, decency and sanity to alcoholism, as is my brother, who is now losing his life.
I may not be rich or powerful but I am forever grateful to be your servant…and I always will be, one day, three hours at a time.
PoM 313
For 20 years I’ve lived above a woman we call “Legs”.
She’s a very attractive, very depressed woman, who, when we pass from the third to the second floor, we can often hear expressing herself sexually, in a vociferous manner.
I was carrying four bags out the front door, couldn’t open it and as she was coming in, opened it for me.
I said “Thank you Kelly.” …She didn’t say a word.
Gummy has learned to run and dance, quite vociferously, on her head…so she’s mad at us.
Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries….
PoM 314
“I love LA”
Randy Newman
In LA, I at Cafe Gratitude, my favorite restaurant, and got violently ill. They now add sugar to virtually all their desserts. Mine didn’t, but they’ve gotten sloppy with their materials.
We went down Sunset Strip and saw scores and scores of movie Billboards.
We saw Marilyn Monroe and Jack Nicholson’s home…or actually their front gates, barbed wire and video security cameras.
Beverly Hills was lovely.
We went to Venice Beach…And there was no one there in the winter.
There are people who I truly love who live here, and I am a city boy, but I guess I’m a Northern California sort of guy.
I am grateful for my tiny little home in San Francisco. It is simple, and I like it that way.
Gonna head to the desert and see if the old Jewish prophets were smart to look for God in the desert.
Will report…