I almost feel useless today.

It’s been 24 years since I busted up my feet and legs working for Halliburton. My dad had told me never to work for them. Varmints, the lot of them. In an advanced and enlightened society it would be legal to hunt them. I wanted to go to Sand Creek. To commemorate the massacre. I’ve lived in Colorado more than 12 years now and never went. I managed to walk 3 1/2 blocks and then back, and it felt like my feet were breaking off. It’s a victory and I should feel good about it. My soul still goes to my family and friends of AIM. Next year, maybe. I might not be here, you might not be here, but Earth will. And Sky. Give us peace to last until the next struggle. Peace strengthens us for the struggle, and the struggle makes the peace that much sweeter.