manic days

To bed too late last night. Tried writing a history piece for Daily Breakfast. Up till after 11:00 and didn’t send it because I’m afraid the Father Pod will brush it off, think I’m a crackpot or just another no-talent freak bothering him. Well, what if I am? Freaks, crackpots and weirdos of the harmless variety have a right to be here too, don’t we? Just so long as we don’t get in the way. I actually think he’ll think I’m just an old fart. That part bugs me the most: it’s a young person’s game, mind set and match.