Happy Passover! It’s Holy Thursday. This is my last journal before this Easter crap is over. There’ll be a fucking vigil tonight. Maybe a little Club Surprise if I’m up late enough. The weekend will include listening to radio stations like LUCKY 108.9 FM, WRICH 109.9 FM, WOW 87.7 FM and AM 2200.
This is a special Easter for me where I’m celebrating my retirement as an author. The Technossance Magazine has a special Easter issue featuring Ottis O’Toole. I found a quote: Doors chimed. Holy fuck was there ever a big change in his attitude. O’Toole could take on new things and work independently. Jim Morrison art distracted Ottis from paintings of “The Last Supper” to posters of Jim hanging on the wall almost like he was Jesus Christ on the cross. Jim’s crucifixion pose was enough to make anyone break into prayer.
Holy shit! It’s hard to forget about my destroyed fabrication business, but my favourite songs? I’m always thinking about music.
Top 5 Songs for April 2nd, 2026:
- “You’re Sixteen” by Ringo Starr ‧ 1973.
- “If You Could Read My Mind” by Gordon Lightfoot ‧ 1970.
- “Read My Mind” by The Killers ‧ 2006.
- “Unbelievers” by Vampire Weekend ‧ 2013.
- “Natural Mystic” by Bob Marley ‧ 1977.
Top 3 Doors Songs for April 2nd, 2026:
- “I Looked At You” by The Doors ‧ 1967.
- “Touch Me” by The Doors ‧ 1969.
- “Baby, Please Don’t Go” (Live) by The Doors ‧ 1970.
The Doors performed Baby, Please Don’t Go at the Seattle Center Coliseum in June of 1970. This was the band’s final appearance in Seattle before Jim Morrison’s death and ascension into heaven in 1971.
Bilbo the Clown stood under a fading banner, juggling bright plastic rings while a handful of kids laughed in the front row. Between tricks, he spoke softly about his dream — finishing his comic book series, a world he’d been building for years in quiet moments after the show. The paint on his smile was a little cracked, but the hope behind it was real.
He passed around a small tin can, not with desperation, but with purpose. “It’s for a good cause,” he said, balancing on one foot as the children clapped. “Stories matter, and comic books last longer than a screen ever could.” The parents exchanged glances, some dropping coins, others folding bills, unsure but moved. Some were brought to tears.
As the sun dipped lower, Bilbo packed up his props and carefully tucked the money away beside a worn stack of hand-drawn pages. He waved to the kids, promising new adventures soon, his voice carrying just enough magic to make them believe. And somewhere between laughter and ink, Bilbo kept going, because comic books, to him, were more important than TV, and worth every performance. It was worth it.
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