Tonight, we’re going to talk about the elephant in the room. Not just in this room, but every room. That’s right I’m talking about money, and by extension, capitalism.

This si not an advice column on how to manage your money. I’m notoriously bad with it. It was one of the factors in the end of my marriage. It’s not just trauma from the household I was raised in, I swear it’s genetic. My great grandfather turned down getting in on the ground floor of 3M. I watched my dad tell Steve Wozniak nobody was going to need a computer in their home. And me, I sold all my shares of Pixar days before Disney bought them.

But while I kid, money isn’t a laughing matter, mostly. As an actual concept, it’s kind of silly. Its all just little pieces of paper and zeros and ones in a computer file. And we’ve all agreed, for decades, that this is hwo things will work. But right now, it’s not working for anyone.

Before the crypto bros come calling, let me be clear: I don’t support cryptocurrencies. I’d call that shit Monopoly money, but that’s an insult to Monopoly. You know that game was created to show the evils of hoarding money? Then the Parker Brothers got hold of it, and warped it. It became a warped version of itself, like Celtic Frost’s Cold Lake or Metallica’s Black Album. Yeah, I said it.

Now money is useful, but that’s all it is: a tool. It shouldn’t be used to deny people food, shelter or dignity. And yet more and more, it’s being used that way. Heartwarming stories about school kids buying up the poor kids debt? They shouldn’t be heart warming, they should make you angry. Angry at the idea that people are starving if they don’t have money. If that , or homelessness, or any of the dozens of ill’s of capitalism and money don’t make you mad, there’s the door.

I’ve been homeless. I’ve had to use food banks to get by. And yes, i feel horrible about it. But why? Why do we criminalize poverty? Because it creates the two things that capitalism needs to survive: fear and othering. If you can feel superior to someone, then you can do evil to them. Because you’re better, you’re justified. I’ve been on both sides of that fence, and gods, do I regret perpetrating that system.

Every time I mention class war in this country, most people either deny its existence(morons) or think they’re on the winning side of it due to birth, skin color or God. Man, American Christianity is, by itself, a creator of a cavalcade of evils. But back in the swinging Sixties and Seventies, it had a threesome with capitalism and nationalism. That night in Vegas birthed two of the ugliest children on the planet:Christian Nationalism and the Prosperity Gospel.

Those two kids have ruined this country. People have used them to excuse hoarding and bigotry on a scale not seen since the Civil War. Which makes sense, since they’ve started another one already. And if you think I’m kidding, go ask people with skin color darker than yours. Some of the darker ones will tell you the first one never stopped. And these days, i’d be hard pressed to argue.

Now, I can hear some of you say: so Trevor, got any ideas? You’re just sitting on the couch, bitching and moaning. You’re absolutely right, Paul E. But that’s because I have constraints on me keeping me from fully embracing the idea I have to save this country from itself. That idea:platonic polycules.

For those not versed in ENM or polyamory a polycule is defined, loosely, as a group of individuals interconnected by loving relationships. Which is a great idea, and I’m a fan of. Why not have more loving? It’s not pie. So, to make it something that even monogamous people can enjoy, cut out the romance and trhe sex. Pool together as buds or lovers ot whatever, and share things. DO we need all these McMansions with two people in them, and environment killing lawns? Fuck no! Lets let people form groups to make large purchases. Liek a timeshare, but with things of actual value of them. This current genration is facing the lowest rate of home ownership since a hundred years ago. And we have record homelessness and poverty. So rathe than try and get more people the American Dream, lets reframe the dream.

People forget the nuclear family is a modern creation. It mostly doesn’t exist prior to the 40’s. Everyone had people living with them. It was either an older parent or a single relative. And sadly, pop culture has ridiculed this and promoted the single family since the 1950’s. This has led to people being more isolated and lonely as they chase a dream that is shrinking by the day.

And I’m not suggesting large biological families living together. That’s a dicey proposition at best. And eliminates the most common family for many people: the Family of Choice. You should be able to create your own family without exchanging bodily fluids. You still can but it shouldn.t be required.

We already have the laws in place for domestic partnerships, why not for domestic groups living together and sharing? Ironically , it comes back to the nasty child of Christ, the modern Christina Church. They’re so afraid of groups organizing outside their laws and control, they fight it tooth and nail. And yet, I doubt Christ would have supported their views. He didn’t marry and hung around with the same bunch of guys. And told them all he loved them. Sounds like a polycule to me. Yeah, I said it.

In the end, I’m not an economics professor, but how many of those guys are right about stuff. Go to a big ass bookstore, and look at the people promoting capitalism , in its current form. Lots of jail time there, because they believed those rules were for “other” people. I’m not perfect, and I think I’ve got a good idea, but not a belief. If you want to tell me honestly why we shouldn’t, leave a comment, But play nice, or I’ll get the banhammer. Good night,

I know it’s Sunday and all, but no, I haven’t converted to Christianity. I have several issues with that religion, but that’s not why I’m writing tonight. I’m here tonight to talk about grace.

Grace is sometimes called forgiveness, but I think grace goes deepeer than that. I think grace is a state of being, of looking at things with not just an open mind, but an open heart. I’ve asked for grace from some people, and had that hand slapped away that I offered. Too soon in some circumstances, too late in others. But I’m working, daily, to achieve a state of grace. To quote Lord Buckely , when talking about Jesus:”The Nazz, he had those pretty eyes. They saw everything so pretty. I wish I could see what the Nazz saw.”

That quote may not be correct, btu I think it gets to the heart of the matter. Jesus saw everything with grace. He could look at a man, and know his troubles, his foibles, his failures. He could see what he’d done and what had been done to him, to get him or her to where they were. I sometimes wonder if that was more a blessing or a curse. He had to look into Judas’s heart and know the guy was going to burn him. But he had to let happen what happened happen. And he forgave him, His dad didn’t, but his dad’s kind of a douche. Read the Old Testament, and tell me he isn’t. But again, trying not to bash, but damn it’s hard some times.

I think any human who manages to try and work towards grace is taking a noble road. Because we aren’t God, or Jesus. we live in a world that’s designed to separate us and isolate us, all in the name of control by other people. And a lot of times, we fail. I know, because i fail at grace a lot, even though I ask for it a lot. I think I deserve some, but that’s because everyone should get some. I think if people gave themselves more grace, they’d want to give it out to others. Because forgiving yourself might be the hardest thing of all, but it’s necessary. Forgiveness starts not at home, but in your own mirror. If you can forgive yourself, you can start on the rest of the world. You’re going to fail at it sometimes, but you shouldn’t stop trying.

Tonight, I failed at grace. I was at the laundromat, and everything was going wrong. Wrong settings, wrong timers, lots of people crowding the place, and all the heat and noise, it wasn’t a whole lot of fun. And on top of everything else, there was this guy.

Thsi gentleman was driving everyone in the place nuts. He kept rapping Kendrick Lamar lyrics, but he wasn’t Kendrick. And he was doing it at the top of his lungs. It was making a bad evening worse.

As it went on, I just tried to block it out. But in my heart, man, I wanted to yell at him. I thought he was trying to show off, to impress. But he wasn’t, as I soon learned. And what I learned , and my reaction, both shocked and made me feel ashamed.

We both started leaving about the same time. He reached down into his empty basket and pulled out a mostly empty bottle of vodka. Most people would have been , what an asshole. That wasn’t my reaction. My mother was an alcoholic, and most alcoholism comes from a deep well of trauma. There’s other factors, but the biggest part fo it is a big would that the person has suffered, or is suffering.

So I wondered, and still do, what had happened to him, What he’d done to others or to himself. What he’d suffered, or made others suffer and felt guilty. What had made him crawl into that bottle tonight, and I’m assuming many other nights. And I wished that someone could help him. I thought about it, but I didn’t even know where to begin. And that feels like a failure on my part. You can say I’m not trained, or it’s not my business, but how many of us have felt alone, and wished someone would care? I couldn’t do it, too wrapped up in my own stuff.

In the end, I’m going to have to forgive myself. I’m nothing close to perfect. I’m trying to fix myself so I can start on fixing the damage I’ve caused. And maybe, just maybe, give myself some grace.

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Hulk Hogan is dead. But in my mind, he died a long time ago. Every new scandal, every dumb ass thing that came out of his mouth(Metallica’s bass player? Really?) was just another shovel of dirt on a history that he just kept burying and burying.

It’s been a rough few years, especially for people my age. The people I thought were heroes have been turning out to be assholes of the highest grade. If it wasn’t Hogan’s racism, it was Rodman kissing North Korean booty. If it wasn’t Louie CK turning out to be a perv, it was Neil Gaiman turning into a sexual predator.

It’s the kind of thing that makes you think about the people we lionize. Maybe we shouldn’t lionize them. Maybe we build a trust in them, that we believe them to be good. And maybe that’s too high a standard.

When they did the ten bell salute for Hogan, I choked up a little, despite all the horrendous shit he’s done, both in front of the cameras and behind the scenes. I wondered what exactly I was mourning. Was it the version I loved as a child? My own lost innocence? I still don’t know.

My girlfriend Jasmine and I were having a discussion last night about spirituality, It got to the topic of belief. She reminded me of Chris Rock’s character in the movie Dogma. That Jesus liked ideas rather than beliefs. Ideas are easy to change, belief is much trickier.

So maybe I don’t idolize people. Maybe I just like their itenadeas. Maybe I take Rodman’s tenacity and individuality. Maybe I take Gaiman’s love of history, myth and the written word. Maybe I take the idea that a real American fights for his fellow man. And I use them to forge my path, to create my own story, and be the hero of it. Good night.

I’m a romantic by nature. But it took me decades to recognize something that science has tried to deny for decades, and now admits defeat in trying to understanding it. Some call it witchcraft, some call it a gift, some call it psychic power. Science sometimes calls it spooky action at a distance. It can all be lumped under one term :intuition.

I wasn’t a believer at first. I was raised by narcissists who mocked horoscopes and yet went to church. Who wouldn’t allow Ouija boards in the house, and ridiculed a local business man who believed in pyramid power so much he built a replica of Giza in his backyard. (Go look up Gurnee pyramid house. I’ve been there,)

My friend Jacqueline was the first person who read my cards. And she was scarily accurate. She warned me about my father’s actions, my subsequent crashing and burning, and what did I do? I ignored it. But looking back, I saw what she had seen. So the door cracked open a little.

What kicked it in was going to school and discovering that people like Jung and authors like Robert Anton Wilson believed in things like synchronicity and psychic phenomena. RAW is also where my lifelong obsession with the number 23 came in. So there was some science to it. So I went out and bought a tarot card deck. And played with it a little, but it mostly sat there. I didn’t feel right about it.

Then came the moment that caved my head in, as far as spirituality. Dead Can Dance at the Vic in Chicago in 1993. I could write an entire post on that night, and maybe someday I will. Or maybe I wont. Maybe describing it will make it less so. All I know is that I was different after that show.

My friend Miles(Hi Miles! Hi Snooze!) introduced me to the term UPG. It stands for Unverifiable Personal Gnosis.. It means I had an encounter with something not of this realm, and I know it. And I can’t prove it to you. But I know what I know. And you can believe me or not, it doesn’t matter.

After that, things got even weirder. I moved to Minneapolis, where you could feel the energy in the streets. And even when I moved to less energetic places, I attracted things, people and energies that made it all seem like things were flowing and shifting and alive. MY family has called me a weirdness magnet, and they’re not wrong. If you ever meet me in person, ask me about the elephant in Chicago.

But over time, something changed. The magic dimmed. I don’t think I brought the energy from North Carolina back to Wisconsin with me. I let the light dim, and formed a sort of shell around myself. I was lost.

Then, out fo nowhere, life found me again. My running joke for decades was that the Tower card was my card in the deck. That I couldn’t have change without total carnage being made out of my life. And life tried to prove it, by me doing things that destroyed most of my life.

So the castle I’d built fell, the sand it was built on finally giving way. And I thought about throwing in the towel. SO I went and got a deck, and pulled cards. I cant remember the exact cards, but I pulled three three card layouts. What was in each one? The Star, the card for hope. SO I began to believe. And then more things happened, and I trusted my guts, and things got better. Not great, not even good some days, but better.

As a result, I got deeper into my spirituality and trusting the universe. But I don’t just cast spells and pray. Fuck that shit. Joey from DOA said it best: talk minus action equals zero. So I get out there, and I follow up words with actions, When I don’t the universe nips my ass to remind me of what I need to do. I’m getting better, but its a slow climb.

In the end, I think I’m saying , trust yourself. Trust your instincts. Find a way to be open to the universe. Listen to the song it sings, and dance to the tune. You’ll be amazed at what (and who) shows up to dance along with you.

I’m fat. I’m lazy. I have issues handling my money. I avoid shit like it’s going out of style. I can’t keep a routine to save my life. I go way too far sometimes. I have a temper and a foul mouth.

If that sounds like I’m down on myself, congratulations, you’re correct. I don’t like myself sometimes. In fact, most of my adult life, I haven’t liked myself at all. And the bad thing about low self esteem is that it becomes a self-fufilling prophecy. I’ve lost jobs, friends, my marriage(partially)and more opportunities than I can shake a stick at, Why? Because i didn’t believe in myself. And when you don’t believe in yourself, it’s had for others to believe in you. So the spiral goes down until you want to end your existence.

I’ve tried to kill myself twice in this lifetime. Once when I was in my teens, and once was earlier this year. I had a plan, the whole nine yards. Bought the necessary items. Thankfully, some people talked me out of it. I wont say, they know who they are and why I was going to do what I was going to do.

People who say “How could you do that? You have a kid?” They’ve never been there. Never been there where you think the world is better without you. And I’d like to say those thoughts don’t come to me now, mostly. Ask me again in a few months.

People are also going to accuse me of saying “look at me, pity me, because I was sad”. I don’t want your pity. If I wanted your attention, Id put naked girl pics up and rant about current events. Why I’m writing this is to erase the stigma, even a little., To tell someone reading this: you are not alone. Don’t give up. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary situation. It does get better. I won’t promise you happy, but I will tell you there are ways to fight low self esteem.

I had body image issues. A therapist said to look at yourself naked in the mirror for five minutes every day. Don’t laugh, it worked for me. Now I get home, and can’t wait to remove most , if not all of my clothes. Yes, other folks did help me there, but I had to start the drive myself. And if the image of me naked bothers you, well, don’t look, I can actually look at myself now in the mirror, and often say: hey, I like me.

Low self esteem comes from never having support or cheerleaders asa child. It can cripple a child’s social and mental development. Why try if nobody cares if yuo win. It takes a village, folks, Cheer people on. Know what else is great about that? You feel better as well. A rising tide lifts all the boats, not just the prettiest ones. Be nice to others, and it might rub off on you.

In the end, people are either going to like this or not. I can’t control that, so why worry about it? Kind of pointless to worry, but we all do it. But know this: if you’re reading this, I’m proud of you. I’m glad you’re alive, And I’m excited to hear whatever you have to tell me about, that brings you joy. Good night.

Friendship. It’s a lovely and many varied thing. If getting a divorce will teach you one thing, it’s who your friends truly are, were and are going to be. moving forward from that day forward. And it never plays out the way you planned or figured.

I’ve had people step up and back into my life. Ive had people I thought who would stand by me jump ship before anyone else. And I’ve had people I barely knew reveal depths of friendship I never knew before. It has been a blessing to discover thesethings about people I thought I knew.

One of the hardest things about all this has been trying to make new friends. People are so set in their ways by their fifties that its amazingly hard to fit in as a new person. It’s like trying to be the new kid on the first day of school, except the kids are even more tightly knit together. All these people have such busy lives, you wonder where you might fit in?

Thoughts like that can lead to despair. It can make you think you’re never going to find a new tribe, a found family, as it were. It can make you think you’re doomed to nights of ramen, surfing reddit, and Strange New World reruns.

But you can’t do that, if you’re looking to make new connections. You have to get out of the house, find something you enjoy doing. Sooner or later, you’ll find people will notice you around. And you can approach some of these people, say hi, strike up a conversation. Tougher than I make it sound, I can hear you say. We all work, we all have lives. But if you don’t put your ass in the pool, you’ll never swim.

When things started falling apart in my life, I found my refuge in something I hadn’t done in decades: going dancing. I found a release, and a way out of emotional pain by dancing to songs I hadn’t danced to in decades. And it opened up a door to many things, and many new people in my life. And it all started with picking up things I’d left behind.

So if you’re searching for new friends, ask yourself: what do I like to do? Are there places or organizations that do them together? Can I go do them? Or maybe meet some people with similar interests online? These things are possible, and good. Explore, get out the door, the world has things to show you, and people who liek them too. And they’d like to meet you too, I bet.

I’ve met so many neat people lately, especially in my age group. People who make me think my life isn’t over yet. People who are still alive, and vibrant. I’d name them all, btu I’d forget someone, and that would cause drama. But know if I’ve talked to you in the last few months and introduced myself, chances are, I think you’re awesome in some way or form.

As I end this, I’d like to shout out two fo the best things about Milwaukee: Goth Barge and Subspace. While both are nominally DJ collectives, organizing events from theme nights to game meetups, they provide quality inclusive events. And they’re all so NICE. Go to an event put on by these groups. You’ll thank me later. Good night.

People of the world, we need to talk. We have a problem. It’s not Trump. He’s actually a symptom of the problem. It’s not the environment, but if we didn’t have to deal with this problem, we could probably fix that. We could even fix most of the world’s problems, including how much radio has sucked for the last twenty years. Nope this is a big problem, and no, it isn’t any minority causing the problem. It’s a problem because in terms of power, these people have become the majority. Folks, it’s time we talked about narcissists.

Now, hold your horses, Trevor, I can hear you say. Don’t you believe in shameless self promotion? Don’t you have a blog? Aren’t you preaching at my ass as I’m reading this? Yes, all of this is true. I have an ego. It’s either gigantic or tiny, depending on who you ask. It’s mid size. But having an ego doesn’t make you a narcissist. It’s when that ego gets out of control, and takes over from the other brain forces, like compassion and empathy, that you get narcissism.

And I don’t have the exact terms for what I’m describing, but I’ll tell you what it sounds like. It sounds like “You had it bad, let me tell you how bad I had it” “I know exactly hwo you feel, you fel like when this happened to me” “You”ll get through this, people have survived worse”.

It sounds good, until you think about it. It’s what I call the Godfather complex. In the Godfather, Don Corleone dishes out favors like candy on his daughter’s wedding day. Michael Corleon’s girlfriend Kay notices how nice his father is. I’m paraphrasing, but Michael says, don’t kid yourself. Those favors all come with strings. They’re like food packages left by explorers heading to the Norht Pole. He drops those favors, but someday, every one of those favors will be paid back.

That’s called transactional love. Narcissists live on it. The best ones hide it well. They look so nice, they’d give you the shirt off their back. But god help you if you cant help them when they come to call. Then the true face of the narcissist comes to the front. And the beautiful facade falls away.

Then comes the emotional manipulation. Guilt and Gaslighting, the worst version of D and D ever. No, I didn’t do that, you were mistaken. And how could you do this to me? And if you don’t respond, then comes the emotional abuse. Telling you how you were never really there for them. That you never did enough. That you were never really their friend/lover/whatever. And they’ll want to be thought of as the most important. They’ll want to out sacrifice and outwork, so long as you know they’re the ones doing it.

Now some of you might be reading this, and be going, wait, I’ve acted like this. People can gaslight and not know it. Perceptions a tricky thing, and denial is a fucking ocean in some people’s lives. And if you have concerns about this, talk to a professional. Don’t just use some online quiz. Though some of those are useful for checking out if you think you might have one in your life. The big difference is, if you’re a narcissist, your immediate response would be to shift blame, deny, and accuse, and claim no fault in the matter. To be as pure as a little lamb.

The big difference will be in how you feel about the behaviors that narcissists engage in. A narcissist won’t care when you point it out, and never feel bad. Or they’ll use it as an excuse to martyr themselves upon the cross they built for themselves.

I’ve had major narcissists in my life. No, I’m not accusing or naming names. I just think people need to listen and ask questions. To not take anything at face value. To quote Stu Feiler, my mentor in college, who stole it from an editor at the Chicago Tribune: “If your mother says she loves you, check it out.”

What else can you do? Be curious, not judgmental-Walt Whitman. Ask yourself why people aee saying what they’re saying, not just what they’re saying. There’s a lot of noise out there, and it buries the signal. And narcissists spew noise like fertilizer, because the noise hides them. They want you confused, down and out. And they want you alone and needing them. They don’t want a village, they want a church, And they’re the ones who need the worship. Good night.

Most media is all about the big things in life. Car crashes, people dying, and rousing speeches are all fodder for the media. And so, we concentrate on the big things, and as a result, miss the million small things that are important. Or worse yet, dismiss them.

It’s what used to make country music so successful. It celebrated everyday things, small victories, and the everyday kind of love that makes the world go round. I think what people miss and dont appreciate are the strawberries and cream of life.

Strawberries and Cream are what Death says is the meaning of life, in Ingmar Betgmans The Seventh Seal. Howard Stern once gave an interview about how when he was young, that answer pissed him off. It wasn’t until decades later that he got it.

It’s not the anniversaries, it’s the marriage. It’s not the victory lap, it’s running the race. It’s firing up the grill on Sunday afternoon. It’s a board game with your friends. These are the moments that make it worth all the struggle. And we lose sight of it sometimes.

I took off work today to celebrate my birthday. I’ve been told I’m accruing too much PTO. And after the week I’d had, I was ready to breathe for a day. But when it came to decide what to do that day, I froze. So many options, so much to do. Do I go to Chicago? Or a major concert? Take in a museum?

Ended up being none fo the above. Just some shopping, dinner, a movie. And it was so much better than any of those things would have been, probably. Because I’m starting to figure out that if you don’t enjoy the small stuff, you hype up the big stuff too much, and lose the joy.

It’s not the cost of the meal, its the people with you to enjoy it. It’s not what you buy, it’s the person who goes with you and also pets the dog in the record store. I think the more we stay present int he moment, and don’t get distracted by the future, or whats next, and just simply be, and enjoy, that makes it all worthwhile.

That’s all for today. I hope that even if you hate read this, know that I mostly still want good things for you. Good night.

Dreams are fickle, aren’t they? You get some people who have amazing ones, and others have nightmares. There’s no reason why or when. And they can uplift or drag us down. And thats also true for the dreams we make for ourselves.

I talked to my therapist. Told her about this blog. She asked me what it was about. I told her I honestly didn’t know. I told her what my dreams used to be: My own newspaper column, and to be a raido talk show host. She seemed kind of dismissive of the blog, but she asked why i wasnt pursuing my dreams. That kind of shook me.

What does pursuing a dream look like?Is it making a plan, and then not stopping? Is it doing something similar, that satisfies that need? I think people sacrifice those dreams for something else. Or they realize that wasn’t the dream at all. I think of Geena Davis in League of Her Own. So many women I knew hated her leaving baseball for her marriage. But sometimes life takes you away from your dream. Or puts another one in front of you. Or even takes it away again so you have to figure out what your dreams are now.

I don’t have dreams. Never really have had any. People say that’s sad, but it’s more common than you think. I have things I’d like to do. I have passions I’d love to indulge. But I’m turning 56 tomorrow. I have goals and agendas. Maybe once I hit a few of those, I can think about dreams.

But don’t take this as giving up, dear readers. I’m still moving towards my goals, just not sacrificing too much for them. I’m like the bull in the joke about the old and young bull, I’m not running down the hill to nail one dream. I’m sauntering down to nail all of them. I should be hurrying to get things done, but Ive found that if I hurry, I lose track. ADHD brain is real.

So, go after your dreams. Like Ivan Stang says, don’t just eat that burger, eat the hell out of it. But stop and reassess, or you might get lost and end up someplace you don’t recognize. and the person you wont recognize the most will be in the mirror. Good night, and may your dreams come true.

I’d need a stable the size of Omaha. Just kidding, folks. But my birthday is coming up in two days and I’m telling my readers what my brthday wishes are. Kind of silly, but I believe in putting positivity out in the universe. Here goes nothing

1)I wish all of you, even the people who hate me, good health and good fortune. I’m working on being more positive. Even if you hate me, if I know you, chances are, I want the best for you.

2)To my haters, who will read this and spew vitriol,I say again: be curious, not judgemental. There’s three sides to every story: mine, yours, and the truth.

3)I wish that Palestine was free, Hamas, Iran , Hezbollah, IDF, Netanyahu were all dropped into an active volcano, and we could stop the genocide.

4)I wish that I had the clarity of vision I have now twenty five years ago. And the backbone.

5)I wish that people paid as much attention to the damage being done by the 100 companies that produce 80 percent of the pollution on this planet. Pay attention to who your enemies are, people, and ask yourself continually why they are, and who says they are.

6)I want Alligator Alcatraz to burn. With evryrone who thinks its a good idea in it. I know a concentration camp when I see it.

7)I wish I hada radio show again, One of the things I need to get back to.

8)I want the major studio to be busted up , and they cant merge again until they adapt all the great books that need to be movies. FFS, where’s my Pern and Newford tv shows?

9) *** this wish has been redacted on the advice of my attorney, who says my girlfriend would kill me if I made that one public ***

10) I wish things were just better. That people talked to each other, and more importantly, listened. It’s all noise out there, and no signal. But the people in charge, who hoard money like dragons, divide us on purpose. Talk to your neighbors. Listen to them. We need each other. Now more than ever

11) Bonus wish: a group of small houses, or a refurbished small mall, where my family of choice could live, and their family of choice, and so on and so on. People sharing life, stories, song and joy. And we’d care for and lift each other up. Going to go sleep on that one. It’s been a day.