"God does not play dice with the Universe."

Those words are attributed to Albert Einstein. In response to that Neils Bohr has been rumored to have relied, "Stop telling God what to do."

The above exchange is supposed to have been a result of an argument about quantum physics. A subject a person such as myself knows little about. What is known to me are some other things somewhat less lofty, but at times perhaps no less complicated.

Maybe it would be more correct to say the Erie Crackhead knows little about anything, but that doesn't keep him from spouting his mouth off. In this age of instant information there are abundant experts in damned near every field.

Some things actually are quite puzzling and indeed disturbing with the way the world is spinning today. People are finding themselves in situations for which there is no ready explaination. It has little or nothing to do with choices they made. It has little or nothing to do with bad habits, laziness or a lack of desire to get ahead in this world an be responsible participants.

Where I am and why are because of choices that were made. To say there is bitterness about that is extremely wrong. In some measure my life has become so uncomplicated as to be almost joyful at times. My needs are simple and resources are available so that basic needs are met.

Some more comforts would be there if it weren't for my continuing love affair with a rock. Again those are choices made and the consequences are fully realized. Those consequences are also more than financial, having an effect on my physical and mental health, but that's another post for another day.

This is the thing. Most people don't choose to be out of work. Most people don't choose not to pay their bills. Most people would prefer to eat a healthy diet. Most people would like to enjoy all the things that life has to offer. Most people would rather be honest, active players in pursuit of their dreams.

Most people would not choose to live their lives as a down and out druggie.

What is disturbing though as that there are more and more people who are being forced to make hard choices and it is because of no fault of their own. Some things that were stable are no longer that way. No longer is a decent way of life for those willing to put out a bit of effort guaranteed any longer.

There are no answers to this from me. A friend once said something along the lines of, "Now the rest of them are feeling what is was like for us."

The point of this, if there is one might be this though...
If there is a God and he is playing dice, it's time to step away from the table.

But who am I to tell God what to do?

It's been kind of hot...

Another summer when it gets sweaty around 10 in the morning and doesn't get comfortable again until 10 at night.

I have taken a few trips to the library to enjoy the air conditioning, but haven't taken any books out lately. I owe a $3.00 fine and every time I go, there isn't enough in my pocket to cover that cost. If there is, the small amount is usually going to be used for something of more immediate pleasure rather than cover past sins.

Sooner or later being blocked from using the computers or seeing a book that has to be read will have me coughing up the cash.

I did make a stop at a bar a few days ago. I lasted as long as it took to drink one beer. In the course of that short stay in this fine watering hole I was offered pills and a lollypop.

One fellow exposed his entire life by cleaning out his back pack on the bar. He was complaining that the air conditioning wasn't working all that well as he tore through his stuff, sorting out trash from things of value to himself. In some cases I think some of his treasures should have gone with the trash.

There is some stuff in this rat hole that many would just toss out in the garbage, so I should probably just be quiet.

Back at the bar, lady a few stools down from me complained about her good friend. It seems she thinks her dear pal has a serious drinking problem and is an alcoholic. This was accompanied by a lot of arm waving and finger pointing. Shortly afterwards, this sweet talking girl fell off of her stool.

And not one drop of beer was spilled.

That's was enough excitement for my $2.50 and I cruised on out of the door. Stopping in there three or four times a year provides a lot of action packed into a short span of time. Like watching an episode of The Twilight Zone.

Thankfully, it was a place where nobody knows my name.

On other fronts, crack has been scarce around here. The little bit that was consumed around check day was pretty shitty. And from what I've heard it's gotten worse. Two out of three slingers aren't answering the phone and the third has been trying to sell something that has no cocaine in it at all. So why even bother?

It's funny how some blessings come in strange ways.