ticket to ride

I am not like other people. I’m just not. I’m not like everybody/anybody else.

I did, though, have conversations yesterday with folks in both Santa Barbara and New Jersey who did have very nice and sweet things to say about this very me.

My friend in New Jersey told me I am filled with happiness, and have a serenity most folks would dream about. It made me happy to hear that. He also said that one of the happiest times in his life was when he was living out of his car for a bit, a comment falling out of possibilities.

We also talked about the joy of not knowing. The intimacy.