The moon here is tilted, God. Are we supposed to just not notice or ignore it? Or maybe people forget once they come here. I don’t want to forget though, God. Don’t let me forget.

What this town needs - more than anything - is an editor. Someone to pick out what stays and what goes. It’s because the days last too long here, God. Too many things happen. And they all seem significant. But it may be that their only meaning, per se, is simply that: their significance.

I had a couple job interviews this past week. I hope I get this one, because the people working there were awesome and let me ramble on about all kinds of nonsense, and the character all this is based on looks pretty much like the Lady I have moved in with - if she had bangs.

Today is a turning point. Every day is a turning point, though, when you’re spinning round and round. Where it stops, nobody knows.

This morning I went for a walk and asked for a sign. You’d think I shouldn’t need them anymore. I feel bad even for asking. Two minutes later I found myself staring at three folded bills on the ledge of a building. A twenty, a ten and a five. I just stood there with my mouth open, not reacting, not knowing what to do until a man with a beard, a bike and a black dog walked by.

I pointed, “Check that out.”

He looked at it, said “Huh,” and then told me he’d take the fifteen and I should take the twenty.

I said okay.

“Thanks for bringing that to my blind ass’ attention.”

“It’s the least I could do,” I said and proceeded to sit in the plaza where I overheard cops hassling a man in red, asking him if he was dead or just asleep. Neither, but I didn’t have my red on today. I haven’t worn it since I got here. I figured, now that I’m here, I just have to make it all work.

The Devil has been sleeping in a van parked outside of our house for most of this past week. I noticed the roof was raised up this morning and the curtains drawn. He must be broadcasting a powerful signal. He’s much easier to face in person than through his signals, because you think they are coming from you. They are not. The Deceivers thrive on the power you give them. Sometimes it’s hard not to give it to them. I’m going to do a clearing on our room today. I also have the Lion, the Unicorn, the Scarab and the Guardian Angel all arrayed against him in the window and I think that has helped. Their backs have been turned the past few days.

But Abraham Lincoln did pay me a visit, by way of some Cracker Jacks friends gave me before I left Seattle. The “toy” was a folded piece of paper with a drawing of a boy. You bend it along the creases and it reveals old Honest Abe underneath. He freed the slaves. Or so the story goes. It’s a good totem to have around, I think.

Speaking of, last night a girl from one of the two small circuses I’m currently living with made me model a panda suit so she could make modifications to it. I felt like a king being outfitted for war. My basic three ball juggling pattern is getting pretty good. I also started learning to juggle and pass clubs a few days ago.

Tomorrow night we brew beer. Saturday we also landscaped and planted lavender, one for each of us. I think I need to take a few days off drinking and whatnot and get my head on straight again. Stupid tilted moon.

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