Something happened this morning. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t life changing. If anything, it was a simple shift from something noisy to something quieter.
I’ve moved this web site to a new system. So it feels appropriate to make some pointless remark about resiliency and longevity. But there really are no fancy words. At this point in my life my survival is not a dramatic statement or some misguided defiance.
I decided to kill myself last week. December 11th, 2019. It was a Wednesday. Since I’m writing this now, it’s fairly obvious I didn’t go through with it. Suicide has been on the table since I was a kid.
On Feburary 6, 2019, Wicasta sat down with Nick Ciraci, a talented young mind in the MIRA program at Saint Petersburg College in St. Petersburg, Florida. Nick and Wicasta chatted for almost two hours in the SPC Radio studio on the Gibbs campus
Matt Kessel, an amazing young multi-instrumentalist, sat down with Wicasta on January 30th, 2019, for the first of two interviews.
Tom Morris – July 7, 2019 On March 7th, 2019, I sat down with Tom Morris, producer, engineer, and co-owner of the legendary Morrisound Recording studio which Tom runs with his brother, Jim, in Tampa, Florida. Tom is also an adjunct professor at Saint Petersburg College in its heralded MIRA program. Tom sat down with… Continue reading July 7, 2019 – Tom Morris
I just got my genealogy database back online. I’d been putting it off for ages. There’s always so many other more important things to do. But yesterday was the day. My uncle, Allen Lovelace, died on Sunday. I owed it to him to mark his passing.
If more of us were actually adults instead of over-grown children just pretending to be adults, we could talk about suicide, and have a sustained, reasoned discussion about this very real issue. But I don’t see that happening.
When I saw this article, I immediately thought “Wil Wheaton is right”. I expected there would be plenty of people posting comments about how Wil Wheaton was a spoiled Hollywood celebrity, and belittling artists who expect compensation for their work.
I expect to be around for a while yet, but I don’t see myself reaching a ripe, old age. That kind of sucks when you consider that I already feel like I’m thirty years behind schedule.