The Ghost of Meals Past

"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
--Charlie Chaplin

Revenge? Back with a vengence? Well beaten path indeed.

I did a bad thing. Went and read a few posts of a certain blogspot last night. I don't know why really. I think I was looking for pain. I was also curious as I often am. Then I realized a few things. Last of which was the realization that I should have written down the previous realizings in the Moleskine before drifting off to weary slumber. And believe you me, it was weary.

Along this note, though I've known this for a while: Revenge. Having been played like "Kid" Gleason, manager of the 1919 Chicago White Sox. Thorough and utter destruction. Give nothing. Find the moment to cause the most pain in public. Let everyone know what you did. This I will never do. Probably for good reason. This is what I will do; nothing that will cause this person to hate me. They can not, will not have a reason. That's all I got.

Next on the list the fact I'm on my on doing things the conventional way when it comes to socialism. I may do it like everyone else who is doing it. Meaning, those who are doing it, though not many because most of us are nobks, I'm going to be like them. My presence will be known. I'm meeting the new peoples and talking and all that jazz. None of this comfort zone crap. I am out to cause a ruckus. My plan is to be myself. I am at my best when I am myself. I didn't move to the place I'm at now to hang out with old friends. Nothing against old friends; I'm out to let more people know who I am. I am Felipe!