Dec. 12, 2018

(I'm writing this in real time. Exiting things are going on around me. Michel Coen has been sentenced to 3 years in jail. I'm so happy Happy I've been going around singing "hey hey, wad Dada. say, the bad gays to jail." But I can only sing wit in my side of the room. If I went out and sang, a little too loud, a Nurse might come and say I'm being distributive, and I'll be shoved back into my room mumbling "This is not a prison, I have rights, I won't stay in my seclusion room." I often feel this is a "fancy prison." Noone here is allowed to disturbed people. It's a Nursing home, and everyone is ill, including me. Another thing happening  is workmen  out there putting in a new floor. All of them are black. When I helped one of them in the elevator, he said "thank you brother." It reminded me of my life in Lynn, so many years ago. Now, I go to dinner, anxious to tell people everything I feel good about today, but the're demented or  apathetic, or just too rapped up in their own concerns to listen to me.