3/25/2018 Today is Palm Sunday. I don’t know what to do, we don’t go to church over here at the farm. Church was my form of meditation when I was doing well. The only form of meditation I got today was cleaning the bathroom. Yesterday we had a counselor come over, and I told him the straight up truth, kinda like the same thing I am doing in my blog, my life story, no bullshit. I told him I am confused and stuff like that, and he said I’m a bright guy, and I should put the T-shirt company on hold, which I agree. I just don’t know where my talents lie at these days, I used to think I was one hell of a musician but I tried writing a song, the musical notes are there but I’m lacking in the lyrical department. Ben and I started working on a blues song, he is one hell of a writer, it’s like the words just come to him naturally. I don’t know what to do when I don’t have a job, no car, no apartment, no dog. It’s like I’m lost or something. I don’t know what to do.