I am a painter, not a musician. But I wish I could write better desciptions for my paintings, and so I went out to see if I could connect with the man at the crossroads. I was there a bit, took some candy and sat at a corner near the Plaid Pantry near my house. There is a bench across the street from the store, so I sat there. The one thing I kept seeing was large tricked out black trucks. There were three that went by. I live in a sort of red-neck town in Oregon so that isn't all that unusual, except there was three and they were all black. But the cops kept coming by too, and I felt uneasy about them so after the third cop car I left a couple snickers and some change for the man at the crossroads and went back into the neighborhood behind. Where I saw a skunk. There are skunks in my neighborhood, but it kind of struck me, the black and white along with the police cars. Anyway. I walked to the corner closest to my own home and stopped there to think. Something came to me, and I hope I can convey it. The idea of being a spirit, or an entity, that wants to help people, and particularly help the poor. And how sometimes that help is through the enhancement of artistic skill. How sometimes that is the only way to get the attention of people who are wealthy-to attract them through artistic means. I thought about Jimi Hendrix, Basquait, Janis Joplin. How it would be to care about the artistic poor, and how it would be to want to help them and then how it would be if those gifts were also difficult for those people to handle in a healthy way. I felt this, and I saw another big, black tricked out truck. Then I went home and saw two shooting stars. So..I want to be an honoring person with the spiritual connections I make. I am trying to learn. So that's what I leave here.