The comedic

I am now praying for comedic superpower. Not praying really my readers as I have to start writing jokes next year so I can pick the ones for the bluesie-jazz fest. And no doubt, joyful comedic thoughts of hope smarter freeing times got me through pain and hunger. I didn’t know I could be a songwriting but I had the natural instincts for it, the same as physics, math and comedy. I cannot stop optimizing my capable skills against all odds. It’s the only survival mode I know. It depends largely on me. And need I say they almost killed me, guns, abuse, theft and more. I am excited for the fest.