i_wish_i_knew_where_to_start Norm ... or from where to continue. 040223 ... goodnight all i_wish_i_knew_when_to_finish 040224 ... Norm Well, it has been about 6 months since my father's accident. Close to a week afterwards, while I was relecting on my fathers death and mixing large quantities of a variety of drugs, I inherited a surpriseingly large portion of my father's estate. The particular day when I received the news was two days after an apointment with the lawyers that I was too fucked up to go to. I received a call at 8:20 in the morning while I was tripping on ecstasy and mushrooms and entertaining 2 girls, or rather they were entertaining themselves at the time, if that's important. Suddenly, I was filled with a strange and overwhelming urge to do the right thing, I felt I had to mourn his death as the respectable thing to do. Consider that I was very much on drugs at the time but it was obvious to me that the appropriate way to mourn my father's death was to cast off civalization and live in the wilderness with nothing but a few simple tools and my limited and drug adled knowledge of surviving there. I spent an entire month in northern Canada hunting and cutting wood, high on peyote and ganja. I experienced some amazing things out there, but I'm getting off topic, that's a story for another time. Back to my inheritance, I was surprised, to hear, when I got back that I had gotten a larger portion of my father's estate than my mother did. A lot of property not to mention a huge sum of money and some very valuable stocks. But obviously some of the most valuable things are the real estate I received, I hate to say it but thanks to my fathers death I have houses all over the planet. My personal favourite is a small house on an island in the Bahamas. It sits about 20 feet above a small and beautiful transparent blue bay and a white beach, my beach, where often you could find beautiful teenage girls lieing nude or making love. A stone stairwell navigates up a slope, through a maze of tropical plants and flowers to a small wood house. This house's entire back wall is open with glass which looks out to the horizon and the sky, a sky which often opens up and shows off the heavens. With every bright and vibrant star, not suffocated by the light of the city, with violent and humbleing storms that throw the ocean, and with sunsets which are more magnifacent than even the flowers in my garden. I have a pool, hot tub, and steam room on top of the hill, along with a small vegtable garden. I have a deck which I use specifically for meditateing and studying martial arts. Inside, I keep little more than a fishing pole, a variety of ripe tropical fruit, a radio, piles and piles of pillows and some insect netting. Oh and let's not forget beautiful women and lot's of drugs and alcohol. Needless to say that I am very fortunate but I believe that my luck may significantly shorten my life span. 040912 ... Norm The_human_beast 040912 what's it to you? who go blather from