The Man Who Ate Curses: Book 1

To KCRW. 

The weird guy who is so painfully socially awkward that many thought would just crumble and die because all I endured (even surviving their own attempts to end me!) I am the strange anomaly which exists in this world and yet I walk in the spiritual realms. A thing of science and magic. I am.

I went down south to see my father last week. Got back and promptly caught a cold. My immune system is usually spectacular but I've been stressed and with all the people sneezing and coughing in the airports (often without bothering to cover their mouths!) its amazing a cold was all I caught. My nose was running so much and I felt so awful that I came home from work early this morning and I called off again for my shift tonight. At least my stress level has decreased a bit. I have spent like two weeks trying to get in touch with Lymonicus my somewhat father figure. I was concerned enough that I called around to hospitals and searched online so see if he'd died. Eventually, I went over to his house before my trip and wasn't able to get inside the complex so yesterday I did what I was putting off for awhile. I called the police and asked them to do a wellness check. An officer called to leave me a message from an unlisted number. He told me he'd spoken to Lymonicus roomie (who I sorta had a crush on and came to accept he was out of my league and I guess I'm a bit peeved he had me searched that time he misplaced his money) and that Lymonicus was in Cedar Sinai. The officer left me two contact numbers. One for Lymonicus's sister and his roomie. The roomie's voicemail was all I got for him so I tried the sister and she told me Lymonicus suffered a severe digestive issue like around Christmas time. So that explains why he wasn't on social media and his voicemail was full everytime I called. Also why he didn't return my texts. I knew something was wrong so now I know what all I can do is wait until the sister calls me to let me know I can go see him in the hospital. I'm just glad he's okay. It sucks no one called me but they said his phone was locked and there was no way to access his messages. This is definitely a wake up call for me. My father reminded me how important it is to have those emergency contacts in place for when stuff happens. Lymonicus is my emergency contact and I'm pretty sure he has my fathers info but well we all need to make sure folks can indeed get notified when shit happens. Its also a good idea to check in on people, especially older folks at least once a week...so do it. 

Interview with the dark superhero book 1 Chapter 1 "Re-me" (Or The Man Who Ate Curses)

Todays Playlist: 

https://youtu.be/FdGgVA32UrE?si=4ycFHi8ehMR6F_oe

I got up earlier than usual today. Dragged myself out of bed. Anxiety be damned and I washed some socks in the sink. Brushed my teeth. Showered then I called a LYFT totake a $26.00 trip across town to do a wellness check on my friend who I dreamt about doing slapstick comedy in some theater earlier. No idea what that was all about. Been calling, texting and emailing this guy for a few days now. Worried because of the fires going on you know. He hasn't responded to me and its been over a week since he's been on social media. When I get to his crib there was no way to get in. No bell to ring because the door to his unit is locked behind a gate. Asked a few neighbors if anything was going on but all I discovered was everyone who'd evacuated returned Thursday. Everything in the apartment complex was eerily quiet. I was expecting a dog to come out after me as I wandered in the darkness like a spy out of some Jason Bourne film peeping through windows. Eventually I took a photo of me in the place and sent it via text so he'd know I was there at least then I booked.

Walked all the way from Laurel Canyon blvd (Its a long adventurous walk through the hood that is dark and quiet -in an unsettling way- suburbia till I got to sunset where I chose to dine at an Ihop. I was actually thinking it woulda been Denny's but it was Ihop. It felt strange yet familiar there dining on my own like in the old days when I'd go out more often. For much of those early days it was Louiszilla or Georgezilla accompanying me on those jaunts but in the years we've all gone our separate ways and I have become the lone wolf who rarely leaves his den unless its absolutely neccessary. Got some coffee with french vanilla creamer. Ordered the sampler and after fighting with my mini kindle which initially refused to read the micro SD card inside it; I browsed the web for a bit. Read about Nintendo Switch 2 leaks and its supposed reveal later this week. A waitress said what I suspect. "Leaks" are purposely put out to generate a buzz. Got into a cool conversation with a white lady who seemed to be a "Karen" at first as she was really being difficult and fussy with the staff over a particular meal she usually gets there for her son who's been coming there since he was a year old. He's 15 now. I told her about my wellness check adventure and she was very supportive as well as understanding of this peculiar situation I'd found myself in. We also talked about how fast it got dark outside. By the time I finished my meal it was around the time for me to come in to work so here I am. Called my father to let him know my trip was booked and fiddled with the settings on  my Lenovo Legion Go in an attempt to play Funko Fusion and really began  to understand why the Steam operating system is getting so popular with gaming devices these days. With Windows you gots ta update and install drivers. Steam is like a Nintendo or mostly any console experience. You turn the damn thing on and it just WORKS. What a concept! And tomorrow I will attempt more adventures. Laundry, grocery shopping and maybe if I'm not too lazy packing for my trip. 

Interview with the dark superhero book 1 Chapter 1 "Re-me" (Or The Man Who Ate Curses)

-THE MAN WHO ATE CURSES-

My name is Sergio Wadell Willis. I am the 55 year old son of Charles and Vera but blood of deities runs in these veins as well. Its why I like Stevie have clearer vision than most. I'm also a writer and an artist. Which means basically I feel EVERYTHING all the time. Well, most of the time anyway. Comic books, movies, music, videogames and my artistic abilities help drown out the noise of living in a world that has grown increasingly complex and confusing. Sometimes this world is disturbing and unsettling and my mind fights to stay reasonably sane even though it is stung with the pangs of countless trauma. Yes, it is a true miracle I have made it this far. This is my story.

Los Angeles is burning right now. Its a terrible tragedy. No one really seems to know where the fires came from or exactly who started them but 24 lives have been lost and so many have lost EVERYTHING. I have been affected because I'm employed in the Hollywood area. My place of business has to a degree reduced staff. Some of my friends or associates have been displaced. I recall a week ago the winds were blowing quite hard outside so this was certainly the worst of times for any fires to start. The wind factor has made controlling the fires difficult. Last I heard they have it contained 30%. I live pretty far from the fires thank the powers that made me. I cannot even imagine trying to hurriedly pack what I love most into a few boxes in the face of such a disaster. As it is I still wonder how many of us are really prepared for a big disaster. Who has enough food and water to last and for how long? 

Some truly unpleasant and misguided individuals are saying this is all God's wrath. They said the same when there were earthquakes. Its insane having to share a planet with fools like this. Someone called them trolls. I suppose they are. People who say crazy things (whether or not they actually believe it) in order to induce negative feelings in others. Meanwhile I still did my podcast Friday. My trip home this month is still happening and production on my cartoon continues. Production I imagine will also resume this month on my "soft reboot" of SonsOfLegend. There is a peculiar numbness in the fibre of me regarding these concepts of love,dating or romance. It is strange that something I once yearned so much for now seems something "another person wanted" I mean to say a recent heartbreak appears to have submerged much of these desires. Maybe one day as Oleta put it "A wounded heart will heal" but for now its in the past and so many other things are far more important.