Lost in Austin, scared, strung out and confused, trying to figure it out, something out, nothing out. Very not good

After a fitful sleep, I share thoughts on my illness and the measures i’m taking to heal. Riffs include: love,

While awaiting a group therapy session, I (daveo) sit in a playground hut to recount my father’s recent death and

Outside of Surrey Memorial Hospital on a personal medical break, I share candid updates about the condition of my Dad

In a final message to myself from Jamaica after dealing with some reality of computers, reservations, banks and so on,

In a message to future self, I check after 3-1/2 weeks, i check in from Chubby’s Rasta Camp with a