I saw the light at Occupy

Seriously. It was on or about my birthday. I was delirious from lack of sleep, proto-pneumonia, and eating poorly (lost 10 pounds of ugly fat there, btw). I saw a tunnel of light growing larger, like those stories about near-death experiences, an emanation towards which you gravitate, losing thoughts of perspective (is it coming towards me, or am I...never mind), time (I sense the end is the beginning...), reason (difference is unity...). It was shaped like a vagina. At least I'm not heading towards the other, dark hole, Hadesphinctum, Hellanus, Bungatory.

I shook myself from this vision: "I'm not ready!". "Not here!". "I have dirty underwear on!"

I thank Occupy for removing from me those worldly possessions I really don't need, or can easily replace: laptop, work clothes, tools. I thank the SFPD for doing the rest: tent, sleeping bag, mistaken ideas of human rights.

The bear is hibernating, motherfuckers.

I tied off to that big concrete ball

In the 50 mph winds that blew our kitchen away. Little tents were blowing by like tumbleweeds. At one point I was literally 'holding down the fort'. Boots in one corner, other stuff in the other 3. Ah, good times.