Latter Day Sinner

I’ve written about what I call the Dodge Street Standard before (read here). It was a time in my life that I was very free. I was also very poor and alone most of the time. I had the essentials. I had my writing and my art. I also had marijuana, alcohol, and tobacco. I dabbled in the spiritual traditions available locally and a little black magic here and there. I walked the streets night and day in my “dancing shoes” (here & here). I was very much alive. In retrospect I was also pretty useless to everyone around me, so while I would be tempted to go back if I could, that is impossible which is probably a good thing. I’ll try to be awesome where I am now.