Inspired by a grueling day of work

My present is so hazy. My mind travels from thought to thought to thought etc... isolated and alone... I choose to write in an attempt to try and stave off insanity (there, I just made myself crack up at my last comment and it was very therapeutic, but also a bit worrisome because of its truth). As far as my loneliness like the pro wrestler Rick Flair and my friend Eric Witt used to say, "I might not like it but I better learn to love it!" What other options do I have? So I just write. I met a hunting guide in Shoshoni National forest just outside of Yellowstone Park on my 7000 mile journey up to Alaska and there abouts during the summer of 2002 and we spent one night sharing our views and philosophies on the world. He made the comment that writing is for losers who don't have anything better to do. My last words to the guy was that I planned to write 'my story'. So here it is and if I am a looser with nothing better to do so be it. I write for many reasons. Are they good or bad reasons? Its all just some letters and words on a screen or paper, how much power could it possibly have? How much power does the writer of a story have? Power to make a positive difference in the world? I met another dude in my travels that said he believed a person could achieve such a state of enlightenment that they could meditate and vibrate themselves to the point where they start spinning around like a top and then shoot off into the sky like a UFO or something. I wish I could do that right now (as long as I can take all my animals with me). After a long day of work and realizing the long grueling road that lies ahead I need to give a shouts out to the James gang for the help I received today.