Rising above the Psychological Hibernation back into the real world.

Upon completing a phone call with a caring friend regarding struggles, an inexplicable physical tremble occurred.

Recitation of poem reflecting friendships gone wrong. Wanted Them's (Van Morrison) My Lonely Sad Eyes to be a part of this episode but rules won't allow it on this content.

Blue Lounge offers a transition back to the Sleep Aid pitch but too serves as repeat attempts to pin down just the right compression on these recordings. Learn! Learn! Learn!

After recording two takes (not included) of an in-progress poem/song entitled "I Had A Friend," more trauma expressions ensue. After re-connecting and connecting with two empathizers, some comfort achieved but no solutions yet.

Fresh from recovery, Louis M. "D.D." Scarabin, Jr. takes a few minutes to tell the story on how Deron Patrick Scarabin got his name from a baseball player. Assurances that D.D.'s legacy is secure despite having lost much from the January 13 house fire.

Diving headfirst into pain that won't go away, acting serves as a mask.

A quick bird's eye update on the fire that took my parents' house on January 13, 2024. Quick tale from 1979 in Cairns, Australia where at ten years old, met Split Enz, the band. Nick Finn was kind and gave autographs. Tim Finn was a dick to us.