Leveling yourself
Last night, before I left for Swirl, I lay on the couch and tried to bring myself down a couple of notches – I was amping too high to go out because the outcome would have been gasoline and fire. It helped. I got there and pretty soon Swirl became the Ottoman Empire – so many Turks – all so beautiful – jesum, this one woman, Melissa (what kind of Turkish name is that?) was…