Broke.

San Onofre. March 1978.

“Poverty- Having too much month left at the end of the money.” I found myself counting change tonight. I assure you, that I hold no shame in admitting to this or my own culpability, if I have a part in something. This however…was weather induced! The rain fell everyday this week & I cannot work in the rain. So, I found myself counting change. I have a total worth of $27.26. I have gas in the car, rice & beans and a few cans of tuna. I’m not really complaining though. I am not bummed or scared, and -actually-I am  pretty content. I want no sympathy. I want nothing. In AA, they told me, “Surrender, to win.” I think that I– now– know exactly what they meant by that. I am going to dream of huge full pipes to ride. Besides, I am wealthy in the things that truly matter. I have my sobriety, my health, my happiness & I can always bum a meal from my pool pals….Thanks to Jim Goodrich for the image. Skate & stay dry. Ozzie

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