My homeless friend is visiting this afternoon. He brought a package of chorizo and I’m sharing some tortillas with him. He has a strong spirit if a bit weird. He thinks it’s The Spirit. I’m not so sure. We talk and he talks about trying to cast out his ex-wife’s demons but he is convinced he doesn’t have any of his own. We talk and he uses the phone. He’s got a good sense of humor. He says I love you. I say I love you too. He says I love you moar. I say yes you do. My wife is sleeping and I’m not going to wake her up. And laundry… I’ve got to do laundry. I did some art today for a poem my wife wrote. I’ve been busy.
Latter Day Sinner 