So tonight I enjoy a cool sobe april night. Summer is comming.

Yeah, well, that didn't work out. (Smile). I did rent the apartment for a nice profit, but had to split the commission with the guy who works for her full time-ish. Well, now I know I don't want to do business with short and plump.

I waited on a miami beach city commissioner last night. They loved me, of course. Gave me his card and said to email him " 'cause we have to get you registered to vote...". I came home and wrote him a really great letter that I should probably post so it gets into my book, then went out and decided it was a good night to play pool until there was no place open to play pool anymore. Then food; black beans, rice, and two eggs sunny up with lots of tobasco and lots of water. Finally to bed about six, then awake at one-thirty on my first day off of the week.

Re-read the letter, and yup, it is really good, but also remembered this is an election year, and I already know how far and in what direction this is going to go, so no, I did not send it. I will register in time to cast my vote, then I will deal with the inevitable jury duty when it comes around. I didn't vote in the last election. I didn't need to. This time though, I think my buddy Barack just might need my vote. I will make sure he gets it.

It was another almost undescribably beautiful day here on the beach. I woke up totally hungover, smiling, and grateful. How many times did I say thank you today? Atleast 50. I love being in this place at this time in the world, at this time in my life.

My new roommate is cool. He was my pool partner. But he is also one of those people who prefers to spend all day in doors watching tv. I do not understand this, even though I used to be the same pale, pasty news junkie. Then I became a different sort of junkie, then I became a child of god. Man can make nothing that compares to the works of god and nature, his physical manifestation. I would much rather watch the sun set and the moon rise than back-to-back episodes of One and a Half Men. I don't know, he was laughing as I cooked my dinner. But when I finished, he closed the apartment door (I like to eat at the table by the open door), he continued watching, and I brought my bottle of wine outside to watch dusk become twilight and then night.

I finished reading "Eat Pray Love". I loved it. Books are fun. They are my little escape. When I finish one, I am hit with the fact that I am alive and seperate from the characters who I became for an hour or so every day for the last week... but not to worry, I still have my blues. I took my first guitar lesson last week. It was very good. I have songs and melodies to practise. And as I separate myself from Elizabeth, I see that I have a beautiful life. I am exactly where I am supposed to be, doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing, still. I've been back on the beach for almost two years now, and I am rich beyond what I thought could ever be possible. And yes, I really want to learn italian, go to italy, india, and bali, but for now, there are people around here who need and love me, and who I need and love back.

I will get my boat. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I really think the universe, and every one in it would like to see me on a boat, and would be better for it.

So tonight I sit on my patio, on a cool april south beach evening, finishing my meritage, satisfied with my home-cooked steak dinner. And I am missing my soulmate. Elizabeth talked about that a little. I am blessed to have had her turn my world upside-down, and now I am alone again. Living my life and waiting for god to decide whether I can have her again, or if he has someone else speeding toward me like a frieght train. One thing I know is that I never get the easy way out. Somehow, for some reason, I always have to deal with the parts of me that I really don't like and would prefer to forget. I applied for a position on a sailboat heading up the coast then over to europe a couple days ago. I've gotten no response yet. I want to be on the water, not just next to it. Everyday, I ride my bicycle down to the southernmost point of this island. I sit by the water and eat my breakfast/lunch, and I note whether the tide is up or down, incomming or outgoing. I check out the clarity of the water, and I watch the fish and the birds. This is where I belong. I am happy, and I want to be even more dependant on the ocean, my spiritual mother. Someday before I die I will live on a sailboat, and I will sail that boat east, around the world. I will visit barcelona, ibiza, the south of france. I will explore italy like a new lover, then greece, turkey and the baltic sea. I will traverse the suez canal, and brave the piracy of the middle east. At that point, I'm not sure if I will head to south africa or india, but I know I will someday be exactly there, and will make that decision. Once I make it to bali and indonesia, I'm not sure how long it will take to bring me finaly to australia, hawaii, then baja, and san diego. Then I will tell anyone who will listen what I have learned, and probably do it again, and again, until I die or find a new soulmate.

What a long strange beautiful trip this is. Better than any blotter, and for sure much better without any rock or point in my vein. But shit, when will I finally get my boat?