BREAKFAST OBSERVATIONS.

Today I started my perspective with breakfast at Waffle House.  I had the all American breakfast. Scrambled, bacon, raisin toast for a change and hash browns.  The booth in front of me has a grandfather of very southern decent telling a woman her children, two teen boys, that they are worthless lazy criminals.  All they do is play video games and smoke dope. He’s going to call the cops on them and laugh from across the street.  
Behind them is a scitzophrenic “little person”, a midget, a dwarf man. He looks a little like the guy from the movie Elf.  He’s having breakfast with himself, but it appears there’s more personalities at the breakfast table than the normal observer can see.  You have to be careful not to make eye contact with the wrong personality.  On the other hand, make eye contact with theorist personality and you have a good hour of some interesting conversation.  
When I get in the car, Jackson Browne sings. I remember his lyrics and how they struck me. How they then shaped the way I observed my world.  Listening to his songs again like the first time. Only now reflecting on them ever so slightly differently than before and feeling a thankful heart warming inside me that I listened to him way back then.  There are drawings to be made. There are a few people waiting to have a delightful surprise moment with me.  So off to work I go.