saturday morning in the morning glow at terrible beach, the water looks amazing, warm currents and blue skies, it's cold in the air but the beach is packed. i wander around the market, it's not that good but it sells very good jalapeño bread with cheese. yum. i make some calls, talk to a few people, drink a turmeric latte and soak up the sunshine.

my mission is to make people laugh, it's a good way for me to navigate the world. no one gets away from my humour. if i fail i just try until i get a laugh. it's a mission. actually it's a tactic to complete my mission which is to stay alive. anyways, it makes me feel good and changes my persective. no negative vibrations penetrate me, even the usual nasty dumb zombies fall down laughing. yes, it's the weirdest life i've ever had. 

many years ago i used to tell people i channelled a 30, 000 year old comedian. he / she used to spontaniously take over my mind, mid conversation or sometimes when i am alone, and come out with a routine. sometimes the routine would last a few hours, i'd even do different accents but now the comedian inside is much more three dimensional and in my power and control. 

around mid afternoon i head home. agent wilde is coming over, may make her some lunch.