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March 17, 2007

Peace March in Hollywood

Filed under: Peace March, Shirts, Work — Bipolar Bob @ 8:01 pm

Peace March in Hollywood
I went to the peace march put on by ANSWER in Hollywood today. I had plans to sell all my peace sign t-shirts there before the march started. I was sure that people would be crowding around hoping I had more. Well short story short, I sold only one. I just didn’t engage people. I got a few compliments on the design as I walked through the gathering for an hour before the march started. I had a shirt on, one slung over my arm, and a backpack with the first 2 dozen. One guy suggested to his girlfriend that she try to steal the sample while I was on a cigarette break. I saw the whole thing. I guess they both liked it, but I didn’t approach them and even give them a chance to buy one. Some kind of salesman I make. I would say that there were at least 3000 people there and the march went well. The one thing I noticed was that when someone with a megaphone tried to get a chant going not many people were joining in, not even in whispers. At times I felt like I was alone in my car on a crowded freeway, just following the herd. These were the people who came out at noon on Saturday, and that’s the limit of their participation. Some were really into it, drumming, dancing, chanting. But most wore an anti-Bush or peace symbol shirt, and donated a dollar for an ANSWER picket sign or had made their own sign to carry. It showed me of these highly motivated anti-war people, they are not at all a powerful force. The fault is my own, and because of that I’m probably projecting my own misgivings on the crowd. I guess that I can’t be mistaken about the lack of bodies there, I was expecting many more.


March 11, 2007

Should I call?

Filed under: Dawn, Friends, Work — Bipolar Bob @ 11:11 pm

So the thought finally poped into my head yesterday that maybe it’s time that I call my friend Dawn and see how she is getting along since I quit working for her. I will certainly make it clear that I won’t be working for her again, but I would like to remain friends. I am worried that she will soon be asking for favors again if I make the call, but I do want to tell her that I hope that she is alright.

February 21, 2007

I saw Barack Obama yesterday

Filed under: Paranoia, Uncategorized, Work — Bipolar Bob @ 10:27 pm

Barack had a rally in Los Angeles Tuesday. He said all the stuff that I expected him to say. The one surprise was he promised universal health care, with emphasis on prevention, in his first four years. There was a good crowd, I would have guessed 10,000 but I heard estimates on the news that it was only 3,000 people. I had to leave the mosh pit mid speech because my feet were hurting so bad from standing for 3 hours. Also I was a bit paranoid in the crowd, thinking that there were secret service watching me because I had a backpack. There were many cops around directing traffic, but I didn’t see any security once I was inside. This lead me to believe that they were hiding in plain site, and that anyone around me was security. I tried not to let it bother me, it was just that they were crowding me, actually touching me, as they had pushed their way up to where I was standing. All I had in in my bag were my ‘No more war$’ Camo Peace T-shirts, but no one ever asked to see what I had. I wanted to sell a few, but I didn’t have the guts to show them to anyone. I saw a good spot to sell them as the people were walking out, but I was too tired, and still worried about all the police. I don’t know how I am going to unload these shirts if I don’t ever even TRY to sell one.

I got a check in the mail from my old boss. She wrote a short note, in which she said that she only paid half of what I asked for the trip to the car dealer. No appology, no I want you back. Fine with me. I just cashed the check and she is now dust in my rear view mirror.

February 20, 2007

Still trippin

Filed under: Bipolar, Diary, Friends, Paranoia, Work — Bipolar Bob @ 12:00 am

I’m feeling like I am in control of things again.  It’s the grandiose thing where I believe that my thoughts and minor actions are having drastic results.  And I haven’t even read “The Secret.”   I really dug “What the Bleep Do We Know” but it all seems like stuff that I’ve heard before.   When I start feeling it like I am now, I either think I’m nuts, or Truman Burbank. 

So since I quit my job there has been two hang-ups on my answering machine.  No caller ID but I know it’s my old boss calling.  I really don’t feel like talking to her at all.  I just tired of solving her every problem.  Granted, I have not been at all productive….. no that’s BS.   I have spent a lot of hours playing poker this weekend, but I tried to get my eye’s checked, got a depakote level blood draw, and got my car serviced.  I’m getting a lot of stuff done.  It use to be I would regret getting home and seeing a message on my answering machine cause it was always her, and she always needed something right away.  I have to take some of the credit for that …. no one want’s to call me.  I have very few friends and I have lost a good one this whole mess.  I felt unappreciated, and then insulted, I had to draw the line and make the cut. 

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