With an Envelope from my estranged father of forty-four years lying next to plastic bag of cables & powerchords

Today the teeth aren't too bad. I have the teeth of a shark. They aren't connected to the jawbone. They float in the gums and bump against the bone decay. I tried once to bite a girlfriend on the back pocket of her jeans. Holy mama! that was my first experience in the extreme dental hell-pain I would find myself thrust into throughout my adult life.

The genetics were just all wrong. My mom has the same bone loss and gum disease patterns i see in myself. My dad,... pshww! if he had any sort of medical condition he wouldn't tell me about it. He almost missed out on even saying 'Hello.' to me on this planet.

He wanted my mom to have an abortion while she was pregnant with me. That makes you feel sorta special once you know what it means.

I have to wake up early to take my mom to her doctor appointment. Buenos suenos!

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Not one damn person stands to offer A ride or a fine 'how do you do?' Out on the stretches Of those long and lonesome desert highways Young and rangy Not yet a tattooed canvas And not quite any longer A multi-colored, spiky haired punk Not that you could tell (from a passing vehicle) Wrapped in an Army Navy store field jacket Black, of course, my leather with hand painted longhorn skull Long since abandoned to storage Or some ex-girlfriend's domestic care Wouldn't do me any good anyway The heat of crossing a desert alone And on foot equivalent, at least to my urban mindframe, to walking across a lake of glass on fire And inside of a microwave oven I'm going to give y'all the benefit of the doubt It was the 80s on the cusp of the 90s And maybe you didn't have your internet set up right, at that time.... So you couldn't see the injustice The complete uncaring, The disregard for your fellow human being Be he (or she) white, black, brown, yell...

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