Send transmission from the one armed scissor.

I have bought the absolutely BEST pair of headphones I have ever had in my life, and I want to wear them all the time. Especially when they are turned OFF. They have this like…..hearing aid mode that amplifies the surrounding ambient sound….I can hear stuff I have never heard before…

I like turning them off too…..silence is a great teacher.

I rarely speak of the imperfections of my life, but in full transparency, I think it is only fair….right? To exploit myself in the tradition that is simply-GBH and my goal to save the world by talking about all the boohoo moments of my past?

Shit! How about that my mind goes so fast on regular intervals, that I have to keep a notebook on hand to write the thoughts that I think about my thoughts. And it is so fucking DIFFICULT when everyone thinks its a phase, or perhaps a self inflicted request for attention….nope-its my brain….and it is fucking chaos.

There is this place in Cincinatti called Traders World. It is a giant flea market/trade show/yard sale/Bazaar like literally what you see on those travel documentaries where they eat eyeballs and testicles. Except, well no eyeballs or nuts at this place. But-there is a lot of stuff to see. And it cannot be seen in a day.

If you stood, for 2 seconds and looked in all directions, at 1 pm in the afternoon, you honestly will probably get anxiety. That is me…that is my brain….but-I can control it. How? Well, for one I am sober-and 2 I always have my headphones. It doesn’t cure it, but it does help.