My Step Into Dreamland

 I love massages. About as much as I like alcohol. During a massage, I feel free. I suffer from intractable pain. No, it wasn't due to an injury. It was all because of my genetics. I have a tendency to have inflammation. My Mom's side has a number of relatives with autoimmune disease. That's why massage on demand was a great discovery for me. I am in chronic pain, and I refuse to take pain medication. It seems that's all my doctor wants me to do. To him, that's the answer. To me, it's as good as a death sentence. I'm quite happy I didn't listen to him when he told me hydrocodone is not addictive. I had a sneaking suspicion that beneath his unshakable veneer of arrogance, there lies a man who is clueless. I stay with my doctor, however,  as most of them are just the same. I am an artist by birth, an artist by vocation. I work at home, mostly, except when I have to meet with clients. And no, with COVID, meeting with clients happens rarely, if at all. Mass...

 What is poetry? Is it just lines  that rhyme? Or something more? Can there be poetic prose? Imagine an electronics manual  that rhymed. "Put the batteries in, plus side up, else the fun won't begin" Or, a non-rhyming manual that brings tears to your eyes "And so, the phone connects you, connects us all to the source, the silent knowing, that is communion "of souls" Is this a poem you're reading right now? You decide. My feelings: Definitely YES

 I loved drinking. But it made me sick. Even one drink would nauseate me. I wasn't a classic alcoholic. I could stop if I wanted to. And I did. Countless times. I didn't drink morning until night. But alcohol makes me puke. So, drinking for me, was a bad idea. I went to an AA meeting with a friend. That's when I discovered that I wasn't an alcoholic, not by a long shot. But alcohol has caused me to have to miss work, miss dates, and couldn't possibly have been good for my health. So I gave it up twelve years ago. Do I miss it? Of course. I was a drinker in the spirit of Li Bai and Du Fu. Alcohol made me free. But then, I'd have cramps for days. So, the alcohol had to stop. And,it did.

 Hi. My name is Jeff. I am an incredibly gifted keyboardist. My life began when I was born. I remember most of my life, due to having an incredible memory. Is it a curse or a gift? It can be both. My blog almost didn't happen. I've been debating with myself whether I should just quit trying. I don't mean taking my life. I mean trying to steer my life back to a place that I want to be. I struggled with drinking. I overcame it. But my new vice? Boredom. This blog will explore my struggles with boredom, the root cause for my past problem drinking. Are you bored right now? I sure am. Is it the heat that makes me bored? Or is it my friends? Do you think a bored person can write a non-boring blog? We shall see. We shall see.