My past continues to float before me in the mornings.

I've not had a real cigarette in a few days and my mind is pretty clear. I don't like it, I guess. Definitive conclusions are made in an instant and because I'm tired of alienation I've learned to relax in the compromise.

In a state of reconciliation Oct 19th 2020 a day before my court case: DWI: I was given a continuance.

I can only surmise my self-righteous lawyer is seeking to make an example of the cops who arrested me and the legal system as a whole, to give me the best deal.

It's all I can conclude given I know nothing besides what she tells me and can only perceive a threat to an officers badge will get him to change his/her story about an unsub and let him/her off with little to no punishment for something they may unquestioningly deserve.

(Only after I am given a favorable review, will I divulge just how unworthy I feel for any show of favor on my behalf.)

With this time, it would make sense to make more art, finish my stories and continue to reflect on a past, I can not change but can no longer abide. The slander and lack of justification: on account of who I am, an anthologist, living an ungratuitous life.

I don't call him a friend~ he is my overseer, employer, certainly no mentor, by the name of Anthony Boone. When I first arrived to Beulah, 4 years ago, he asked me to invest in Bitcoin and a lot of his investments or ideas became considerably unaffordable, neither can he fill me in on his gain or rate of interest, he never cashed out and is investing in another coin; some digital currency that is rather cheaper than the now 1,000 dollar demand placed on Bitcoin. Digital filth set to milk more dupes, who can't receive a return on their investments because no bank will validate a digital wallet or script. (CDs) or credits they can materialize out of thin air.

He even divulged a secret about how some trading firms where audited into oblivion by the FEDs for misappropriation or the inference of; 20,000 USDs set to trade that magically never made it to the trading floor.

The highest crime of this century and it continues to be under reported.

As I have said before: I refuse to invest my time and money and energy into losing teams. I've been like that since PeeWee basketball.

The losing team: I have perceived many of them over the years; yet I have yet to find a winning one. I would certainly invest in it if I could. I'd make one if it involved art, comics, political discussions, lawyers, and reaping the benefits that comes from capitalizing on the losing team.

I always feel I have the formula, but making money--real money takes more than one man, one mouth, one sales pitch.

In my immediate circle their are few I could get to invest in my NSFW Universe, yet I know there is someone out there that will.

Here is to holding out hope.

Hoping for no jail time to continue my work.

No jail time for being accused of money laundering. No jail time for being an outspoken porn artist. LOL aint that a joke, I was called a porn artist, instead of a porn star.

Shouldn't we NSFW artists receive awards for "BEST IN SHOW!"