May 15, 2020

I report on how quiet the Plague has made my city. It's hard to juxtapose all the death with the sheer pleasure of hitting a huge pause button.

Unfortunately more drug abuse has emerged in my family. I recall the day my son was cremated, what I did, what I felt. The connection.

So many have died and I selfishly mourn one. I also discuss a mystical experience I had...my rebirth.

A different kind of plague took him, one he choose.