Letter to BMW, North America, is it?  What is it exactly?  I keep forgetting. 

Have NO idea how BMW will respond to my request to replace the vehicle, since this is no longer the vehicle I purchased, and that occurring in less than 6 months,and the incident of the flat in South Bend, INDIANA at 4:00AM. And the days it took BMW to get a replacement tire from California, the absolutely most horrible customer service.  And from my brief hopping around there are plenty of pissed-off BMW customers. However, I have no time for them. 
The …
consensus of several others who are knowledgeable about such cars is that …
the car is totaled. 
My heart is shattered. 
I am crushed. 
It was one-of-a-kind. 

The Night Before The Primary 

Which one?
California, of course. When news organizations pronounced Hillary the winner, even though the election was still a day away. Really?  


And you wonder:  maybe all those Conspiracy people know something you don’t. 


Anyways. 
Please stop making stuff up.  
Who, What, When, Where, and Why.
First Rule of Journalism 101. 
You guys are all Yellow. 

Nothing Worth Stopping For In Nebraska 

“Or ever what would a bomb look like?
Ever thought of that?
Like an Iron. 
The kind you use to do shirts?
Why not?  
Why not? 
That’s why why not. 
Why not. 
But that’s what has now happened ever since. 
911
Do this, do that, strip, analyzed for the potential you may be a terrorist. 
Me?
(Screech)
But to what degree?
Ah. 
Why, the unlimited degree of Stupidity. We will, for example, stretch the strings of Farce and Absuridty. We’ll pull aside 2 year olds. 
Oh, yeah?  
Yeah. 
Cool. 
So now I prefer to spend my time traveling doing as little as possible of that kind of thing. 


So now I prefer driving my manual transmission BMW 228i, feeling the earth beneath my feet, instead of being up in the air with Stupidity for such great lengths of Time. 


Driving roads where can dream and adjust to the mood of States, while heading West. What was that?  Colorado for me was the most dynamic with its majestic mountains. Arizona, clearly a desert. Iowa, the pervasive odor of horse manure. 


But nothing worth stopping for in Nebraska. 
Which is exactly what brought me here. 

Today and today and today

It’s been that way all day, today. 
Finally, finally, finally – 
(But dare I say it? 
Very risky 
Very very risky. 
Oh, well. 
I’m not a Las Vegas Person. 
But this. 
This interests me immensely. )


TODAY
“Things are finally looking up.”
Good day yesterday. 
Good yesterday. 
Did research. 
Relaxed. 
Had my gourmet peanut butter and black currant jelly on country white bread sandwich. 


Listened to lots of music. 
Wrote. 
And wrote. 
And wrote and wrote and wrote.  
Went to bed. Slept well. Up during the night cause I had an earlier nap. Relaxed. And productive. Woke up rested. 
Took another nap. 
Worked and worked. 
Went out to get cigarettes and gas. 
Took Illinois Elgin – O’Hare something, etc., intending to go to Starbucks and spend the afternoon on my computer. But there was no sign on what was formerly 355 for the Woodefield Mall Exit, a major shopping attraction, anymore. 


I didn’t want to go to O’Hare, and besides, I doubted it was done anyway. They started building it when I was still living in the area. It would be years before it reached O’Hare, decades, perhaps. 


Not that I was thinking about the shit above when I was driving – nope. Not at all. Mostly I was trying to figure out where the fuck I was. I landed several towns away and in a different direction. So I decided to make a left at the intersection. The street was broad and had several lanes in both direction and was empty. 


I pulled into the outer left-turn lane. There were 2 outer left-turn lanes, land the light was red, so I relaxed a bit, and thought about getting my google navigation out, to help me find my way back to Woodfield. 


The other lanes, to my right, had green lights. But traffic was extremely light. So I sat in my lane and waited for the red arrow to turn into a green arrow, while the other lanes – on both sides of the road – were green. 


My focus was ahead. 


BOOM
BAM
CRASH
CRASH CRASH
BAM
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED! 
Fuck!  I was hit. 


I WAS OKAY. 
PRETTY MUCH. 
FOR A WHILE. 


The seat belt locked me tight against the seat. That was the most painful. 


Aside from splitting my upper lip (my first ever!) I felt physically okay. But my brain was no longer intact. Who knows what chemicals it was awash in now?




My Brain was in Shock. 


The absurdity of what I have so lovingly titled, THE ODYSSEY OF INVISIBILITY, of events – totally, outside of my control – would rival Voltaire’s Tale. 


Eventually, you start to wonder why Today keeps looking the same?
You’re cursed!


And the day keeps changing and looking the same. 
Today and today. 
However
I would rather not 



Diagnostic Statistic Manual Needs A New Presciption To Describe What Tunnel Vision Obsessed Them To See Human Behavior In A Profoundly Limited Piece Of Fabric

You gotta admit. Something is not right up there? They construct full mosaics of people and strip them of their authenticity as humans. This is utter nonsense.  
HM
Who are these fools who have been in Medical School for 8 years – 
And, this is it? 


This is the product of their knowledge?  


Playing with scissors and construction
 Paper?

Quote From The Psych Ward

I was happiest with my last hospitalization, which happened to be in Virginia, unlike the nightmarish experiences I had in Maryland. 
I guess I was lucky. 
Again. 
To be in a Humane environment, cared for by people who not only have formal education or life experiences, to be involved with a vulnerable population, like us – (Nothing more than a dream in Maryland,  – Can’t speak for others, but from what I’ve heard from other experiences – can’t really put that here. But one is more than enough. If it had been an isolated experience then I would be biased. But it was not.)
The entire system was infected
Anyway …
I went to get my meds one night, to the mobile med carts, each supervised by nurses who did just that – and there was this guy, a big, black guy, with a deep and soft voice  (lots of islander staff there) – and I was checking out the screen for the information on my file – just to be sure it was right – and I said something to him, 
but I don’t remember what …
And he said to me:
Your eyes don’t miss a thing. 


And I said:
Nope.