Facebook Diaries (4/19/2026) Apartment Living / Before and After / Poetry / Wine Making

Well I loved doing music, but in these circumstances all my music equipment is put away, except for my bass guitar which I play for fun... I'm getting better at it... But since living here is quiet... and private... Poetry seems more feasible... I did 2 poetry books in the past, but since living in Norristown was such Hell, I've been inspired since to start another book, but with more experience and sophistication... And it's good therapy..

The truth is I spent my whole life wandering around looking for a place that would liberate me... It wasn't until my home life became so unbearable and I got into trouble I found myself put in a bad section of my home region... I thought I was gonna die there, and I almost did... Survival and spiritual determination lifted me out of there and back to my hometown which is now immigrant city... I wanted to go to a different country, but it came here instead...

My sleeping patterns changed upon living in this apartment... I usually take a morning to noon nap, then go to sleep around 6:30pm til after midnight, and stay up all night... It's peaceful... I guess it's because this area catches a lot of sun, no trees on this side, and the mornings here are uneventful... The sunsets are beautiful, and I can catch the Moon when it's out... The back yard has a lot of animals roaming about... And spiders on my door frame at night..

Yesterday after finishing a jug of Chianti, I decided to take my wine making further... My backyard was riddled with dandelions... So I got a big plastic bowl, and harvested the flowers til it was full... And froze them temporarily until I get more sugar to brew a jug or pot of wine... It was one of my goals... I'm almost there... And my rice wine is in the home stretch... It's a shame I don't have time to age my wines, because I'm impatient...

Over at my prior apartment it was a celebration of darkness... Everything was fine during the first seven years all I did was toil at my music... Publishing 27 years of home recordings DIY... But I think it pissed people off... The landlords, the tenants... And when the pandemic began, it got shady and they started a war...telling me I couldn't play my stereo... So what did I do... I had DJ sessions every night, very loud, and having drinks as revenge...

(Question: At what age should kids start paying rent if they still live at H0ME? Be honest...)

(Answer). Depends on the parents... My parents never charged me rent even up to 41... I was in and out of their house living in the city, or in urban towns until I kept coming back because holding jobs was too heavy for me to handle... It wasn't until I was on disability could I afford an apartment, but it was still a struggle to make ends meet... At some point life became unbearable to live with my parents because they made my life a living hell, and they governed my living space to the point I couldn't express my creativity... But what they did was push me out of their lives completely... Because instead of sending me somewhere I could thrive, I was put in a hostile environment not conducive to an artists life... Or was it.,. Suffering gave me a creative edge, and something to talk about in my work... And why should I pay rent, when they tortured me, and punished me for taking the artist's path...