this morning after boxing i threw myself into the pacific just for a thrill. the first micro second of ice cold submergence passes like a fleeting kiss, replaced by the warm embrace of a familiar lover, last nights tension dissipates into some sort or transmuted alchemy and pleasure. everything awakened, energy centers, third eye, the whole central nervous system electrified.

i throw myself into the deep, the crystal waters clear and calm, the sky cold blue but the weather is perfect, like summer. i am alive here, alive and kicking, or at least punching.

later i have to drive straight to work, stopping off at home to arrange some money stuff for two friends. i drive south into the world while tuned out. everything is good when i have my surfs, anything can be dealt with.

rfk and tulsi gabbord join forces with trump, and suddenly there is hope. when you hear them talk about health, about food about soil and air, when you hear them speak out against big pharma, the war machine, corruption and complicity. it's not that namby pamby obama hope, that 'yes we can' lie, this is real hope about something real. not from politicians and manipulators but from really switched on people who know the facts. yeah hope smells great as i drive along the freeway.