Believe.

It was February 2003:

It drew protest from a few gay rights activists, but there it stood. The latest example of unapologetic hate. I’m sure Mike Reark knew what he was doing, and that’s what pisses me off.

One needn’t support gay rights to be acceptable in my world, but this particular Highlands County business owner went too far.

Welcome to the Wild Turkey Tavern in Sebring, Florida. That is, unless you’re gay, then, Mike Reark just wants you dead. Of course, he doesn’t take into account the numerous Highlands county residents with gay family and friends. One of the largest weddings I’ve been to in our county was gay. This marquee showcases Mr. Reark’s ignorance. (Confederate flag cropped out)

Mike Reark, I haven’t forgotten. Neither has the gay community. Maybe you think hatred is a good way of stirring up some some business . . . My friends and I disagree.

You harvest what you plant, Mike. Tell your friends. I most certainly still tell mine.

In one day:

• I negotiated a fantastic deal with my CPA.
• I secured the help of my Doctor re: Hemochromatosis and will begin phlebotomy as early as this week.
• I worked on my Doctor’s computer and made some extra cash.
• My work impressed the Doctor and he wants me to handle his web site from now on.
• I had a fun time hanging out with Keith.
• I returned a computer to someone. . this computer was the biggest bitch I’ve seen. My effort was worth the princely sum he paid.
• The opportunity to do professional magic has come upon me, and it looks like I’ll be doing two corporate shows on August 16th. Sorry, the public isn’t invited.

So, to sum it all up . .

I’m not dying.

I made instant money.

I signed a client.

I have the opportunity to be paid for doing what I love.

Today, life rocks.

I worked on someone’s Computer most of the day today.

Oh, for those of you who were aware of my CPA issues . . let me just say . . Resolved. He was affable to say the least.

That reminds me. . I bought a Thesaurus. Don’t look for writing or vocabulary improvements. . I just like reading them to see what I’m missing out on.

Brady’s gonna help me figure out the cron job to let me post via mail. I hope it works.

I’m going to bed now. I’m getting up early to hang out at Amanda’s house and have hot wild sex with the Comcast guy. Well, I’ll be watching him fix her internet connection, and I have a loquacious imagination. (Maybe the thesaurus IS working?)

Good night.