I don’t know if you believe in this or if I even do but I’m desperate so: please send positive energy to me out in the woods Of Ellenville, NY. I am quarantined with minimal access to the outside world, a bunch of shitty movies on dvd, composition books… and my thoughts. Fuck, I’ve spent decades trying to escape myself and here I am face to face with my thoughts and feelings. I should hopefully get a phone by the end of the week but it’s a very challenging ordeal until then. Plus I’ve had to quit smoking! Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

I think there is a force that has kept me alive through some very dangerous situations I’ve put myself in, I mean I got hit by a pretty quick moving car last month! I walked away pretty unscathed. The fact that I’m Alive and able to form complete sentence defies conventional logic. If there is a force propelling me, than maybe your positive thoughts and energy can reach me out here, worlds away from Brooklyn.

I’ve written hundreds of pages and the practice of writing has kept me alive and somewhat sane, I’m so looking forward to sharing some of the chicken scratch in my black and white composition books. Writing seems something like my whole purpose on this planet. I discovered this at age 35, how fortuitous! Some people never find their purpose.

Send positive energy. I need everything I can get. I’ve been through a lot of very trying times I can make it through these ones. Ok I love you goodbye.