Nothing going on here, the great final debate, just a couple more hours of empty promises, move along. Whadaya say i start speaking bout sumthin good, howbout Brokowsky, he lived here on western for awhile, downstsirs, right below the appartment where i live now. Man my landlord has stories about him, all covered in his own puke, on two week tequila benders, draging trannies in off the street, he was a mess, damn he wrote great books, move along. Of all the groups, the types of people, and lets face it, i live in a melting pot, LA, that i encounter, there is just one group, those trannies, that i dispise, i guess everyone’s entitled to a little hate, you know, as i become aware of this pregidious that’s within me, i’m not at all at ease, holding it in me. I write this, it ain’t about them, it’s all me, for a couple weeks i’ve been thinking on this, why, just don’t know, who knows, a little enlightenment, you know, it’s all about choice, theirs, those trannies, ya know, a rather difficult choice, hell, with all that going on in their lives, ya know i just don’t think they need to be batteling me, Christ, can’t think one time any one of them ever done something to me. I just don’t understand, not them, me, i wonder if it’s that i precieve them as dishonest, is it growing up in a home with four sisters, come Halloween, for my costume, what was easiest for Mom was just have me throw on some falsies, heels, and a dress, i really hated that, all my sisters thought it was cute, its deep, guess all this is mostly all about me still licking my wounds. I know none of this represents rational thought, move along Ya know, i’m thinking, who knows, if i can work all this shit out, isolate all my hate, maybe the israelis and iran can work out their shit too, just maybe it breaks down to both sides thinking the other side is wearing dresses!