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16Feb/110

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I will be having my final surgery soon and the ~~cancer~~ saga will be on the shelf for a while. Frozen with fear when I ponder the implications so I try not to dilly-dally much just press forward and avoid looking into the ugliness of my reality. It's actually quite difficult when this intense pain is swinging me around the room "...so lucky to be alive...." honestly most of the time I have to work pretty hard to keep optimistic. The pain tells me I'm dying and the reflective glass tells me I'll never make it "Shut the hell up, you weren't invited" that was me just now. Ha ha-ha am I crazy or just neurotic?

I can't hold the business back much longer, this baby really wants to go places. If I let it go any bigger though it will run aground and burst in flames and that doesn't seem "green" at all. What if I roped-in a few more accounts then "Micah yoo-hoo ready to cut you up!" wouldn't be good at all. I'm already late enough with individual orders here and there. I can't stand shipping orders out late no matter the inevitability factor I know people understand but I have standards too.

My life has been very rough and tumble at times, some of the near-misses were rather tragic though simultaneously left me elated. For close to twenty years I figured if I could die while having fun that would be perfect, who wants to live very long really?! So I went for it with zeal totalling 13 cars, ran through flaming buildings, got sexy with perfect strangers- frequently. I am entirely surprised I've lived this long and until the cancer not a scratch; no diseases or broken bones, well my nose a couple times actually right where the cancer showed up. Heck my entire head was engulfed in flames that one time- now that was a fun night! No bullets struck flesh and that was pretty lucky too. Considering all the hurt I brought to the people I loved I'm lucky my pay-back or karma (kamma) comes in such small manageable doses. The fist-sized tumor in my head has been by far my suckiest time ever but when I consider all the people, relationships lost over the years it renders this episode meager. One thing I've learned from all this is that relationships are all we have and nothing else rivals in importance these mysterious treasures and everyone I see matters deeply.

My goal is to open a little workshop for a couple few employees between M3house and HVB. Just north of the bridge is a terrific little building I've been looking at and damn this little company really wants to take off something fierce! I need another press and that's about it. We've been holding on to the other bits and pieces and it would be great to be able to walk on down with ease just a few blocks from work and home. I want to give to the AR community so bad it'd be rad to hire and donate and oh my god the wicked parties! Man I need some sleep. Later.

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25Aug/100

Moving Store

The wonderful HVB store was created and opened while I was unable to talk, walk, or even open my eyes I think I was still in the ICU. My struggle to stay alive over the last year sometimes hinged on the store's existence; the overwhelming responsibility, the most amazing people, the sense of duty being called on to save lives of the voiceless. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have made it through the cancer recovery without that store. I look at the space now a year later and am embarrassed by the enormity of it, half of the space I don't even use. It was a very painful year having so much of my leg and skull removed, swapping parts, the pains seems only to have lessened a little. Talking with people in HVB really reduced the pain, discomfort, and sorrow. I hope enough people come into the new location when I need them. Still waiting for that cloned part of my face to be ready for the final surgery but I'm done with the agonizing melancholy bit. This has also been a very rad year with fun- just varieties of fun I didn't know existed. I thought the way of living I was accustomed was the only way and anything else would be dreadful I was half wrong. Having a deformed face is still a very sad thing but only because of how some people react and man I wish others had no eyes sometimes.

As soon as I knew I was moving my creativity flared and I designed a bunch of new things and feel more relaxed. I'm exited cause now I should be able to hire another helper and be able to pay attention to designing new things and improving on others. I'll have less commute time and I look so forward to that. I love riding my bike but I just don't have that capacity yet. Melinda and I have a refuge of a comfy quiet home in 5q Saint Johns where the new location for the store is. Three ideal spaces now it is up to the slum lord, come on ladies be cool now. The new store will be great fun and I hope it stays open longer than a year.

Micah Perry HVB Chief Belt Enforcement Agent