Since starting my own business close to six years ago, I have suffered tremendously. Physically, emotionally and otherwise, all perhaps directly related to the business. People have lied to the Justice of Peace about me, I’ve been handcuffed, malnourished in hospitals on democratic soil, drugged in supposedly democratic nations, and accused of being abusive for refusing to partake in other people’s religious behaviors and beliefs.
Starting a business can be, and is, a very dangerous endeavor.
Feb 26, 2007, 03:51AM PST | 2 comments
After my second attempt at Shorinji Kempo, the master told me that it would not work out. Then the following week I was attacked and my backpack stolen at a bus stop, while the bus driver sat behind the wheel laughing, as I stood in the front door wondering if I had enough to even stay on the bus.
What am I supposed to think now?
Feb 26, 2007, 03:48AM PST | 1 comment
Music flows,
a river cools,
love blossoms.
I don’t want,
to learn japanese,
joy of abyss.
dark heart fly,
never shake goodbye,
lights . .
Feb 26, 2007, 03:45AM PST | 1 cheer | 0 comments