Detroit

This was originally going to be a bunch of pictures of the last few weeks. I have been living out of a suitcase, couch surfing, and living in hotels for the last month and a half. The pictures would have been a fiat covered in ice rime icing and towered over by 12' snowbanks. My mother wearing my helmet. A picture of the pentagon with defense contractor office buildings in the immediate background. Some air and space museum pictures. A cute butt that I was encouraged to take a picture of in hooters, (its owner was the one encouraging it... it seems that shinny cameras make people want to have their picture taken. Now I see why Sophist became a photographer!) But the problem is that I can't get to my pictures here... on the Sophists computer. I am sure as soon as he reads this there will be a follow up post with pictures.

In other news: Believe it or not, I have been called the most unemotional person they knew... by several people. I don't know if that was for sure the case, but I have noticed that i don't get emotionally excited either positively or negatively about almost anything. I actually started to question if I did feel strong emotions at all. I mean, shit! I barely even feel hungry let alone sadness or happiness. I have even had a few moments that I was pretty sure that I was about to die and all I felt at the time was mild disappointment. (Disappointment that I was about to be done with life... not that I was about to die. It was disappointment in the lost opportunities of the future.) The last few weeks have put that question to rest for me for sure. I am happy to report that there is no doubt that my emotion sensors work just fine! I have felt the full scale deflection of unbelievable happiness, hope, heartache, and crushing disappointment... Though, given that I just felt these full scale emotions, I actually think that the emotion sensors may be deadened by the intensity of it all. As crazy as it may sound I feel even more nothing than before.

Another thought: FUCK! Why can't everyone be brave enough to live their life. What the hell else is there to do, bide your time until you die? Fuck that noise!

Ok, I am going to go throw up... or lay face down on the floor. (I guess I am not quite feeling more nothing than before yet, but at least I have that to look forward to.) In the meantime... I am now stuck in Detroit for a week with nothing to do. I need to get my happy little ass to the war...