The "Check, checks" and "One, Two, Three's"

It's been so long since I've been a productive writer, I'm worried about this product you have the dubious pleasure of reading. Apart from my doubts, and the fact that my "y" key appears to be broken, I do know that I need to be writing. It's something I've got to do.

I was taking it easy-- real easy--- on the writing. I felt like I was letting an instrument sit in the corner and gather dust while I forgot how to do it (that's what your spouse said, b the way). It felt like I was letting myself go to waste. My little cousin recently became very fond of tossing me into a lake of molten lava while we're playing. My acting whenever he'd do this was something like the melting wicked witch of the west, or the melting liquid metal terminator, and that's the kind of decline m writing skill seemed to be in.

And my mom died. That sucked, and left me with plenty to process.

And this is a new medium, to bring me back into writing-- perhaps with a new voice-- to usher me into a new experience, to mark the beginning of a different stage of my life. I'm just going to open up this can and hope that it hasn't gone bad.

I'm a California native who happens to love the Bear Flag raised up in Sonoma so long ago, which symbolizes the (very) brief existence of our own republic. I wish it were so again, but it ain't gonna happen antime soon. So it's with a slightly heavy soul that I love and listen, with great appropriateness, to the blues.

Welcome to Bear Flag Blues. Let's find out what the fuck is next.