The Bronco, she still runs. My insurance doesn't cover anything, and the cop hasn't called back to buy her. I keep driving her, but better find out if the hood opens; an oil change is way overdue.

My dad bought a house today in Skiatook, Oklahoma. This will be his 32nd move in 30 years. When I was 10 he left the state, and just moved back here last Spring; my stepmother wanted the family stuff and talked him into it. They've moved once in the year they've been here, and now this. So, Skiatook. But my stepmom is bound contractually to her job until May, so the house will allegedly sit empty until then. But it won't; my dad will be down there lickety split. Their timing suck ass: my sister is three months pregnant with twins. Get this: they're moving out of state so they "can do more for us," for my sister and the grandbabies. That's their logic, that it will free up money for visits. I think they believe it.

My head hurts from a ponytail on my head.

I am embarking on the following activities in the coming months:
-- Publication Attempts
-- Prose Reading at an Open Mic
-- A Return to Improv
-- Stand-up Comedy
-- Singing Lessons
-- Comic Strip Drawing
Like my old real estate friend, Bob, used to say: "If you throw enough shit at the wall, some of it's bound to stick."