When your life is worth less than a used car.

 197th day sober. 

It's Landsberg Prison all over again. Hitler, for his act of insurrection was supposed to get the death penalty along with his co-creeps. As are a couple hundred of the January 6th insurrectionists. I'll state again: I'll happily volunteer for firing squad duty. But right now there is a test case, that of Kyle Shitt, er, Rittenhouse. 

It turns out he alleges that he and his Fascist buddies were requested to protect a used-car lot in the area where he shot people. This appears to be as OK with the judge in the case as it's perfectly OK that Shit, er, Rittenhouse was perfectly in the right to be under 18 years of age when he was going out gunning for 'lib'ruls'. 

So it goes into the law books: if you are not with the Fascists in the US now, your life is worth less than a used car, nay, is worth less than a damaged mirror or scratched paint on said used car. 

I started tottering from tiredness at about 11:30 last night and went to bed around 1, woke up at 8 and finished reading the Donald Duck book, then got up around 11. 

My back was really messed up, ironically due to having done exercises I thought would strengthen it and make it hurt less! So I packed 4 FedEx things (and had one small FedEx package left over from Friday) and took those up to FedEx at 6PM and was actually back here at about 7. 

There'd been a lot of cops and an ambulance at Grill-'Em and usually it's an ambulance or maybe that and a fire truck if someone just dies, but here were tons of cops and they were questioning some scumsucker-looking people so I figure it was a "routine" stabbing or some variety of killing. Lots of "bros" and macho types in general go there so it sounds about par for the course. 

I've been thinking a lot about my musical situation. Violin's not getting me away from physical problems because my right shoulder was acting up right away. I can't run away from problems by changing instruments. 

I think I'd gotten kind of burned out in busking because I was starting to play just the same old stuff day in and day out, and I think I was falling into the trap of feeling like I had to "hit it out of the park" and reach the back corner of the parking lot and I don't think that's the right approach at all. 

I'd told myself I was going to take some time off, and so I have. There's nothing wrong with taking some time off; it's been about 2 months busking and about 2 months off. But since the Yamaha "Shew horn" has long been my dream trumpet, I somehow have come upon some lectures by Bobby Shew and I think the breathing technique he espouses may help me a lot, if I work on it.