Peace. It won't be long before I'll be leaving here. It's 8:47am. It's cold out this morning. My sister just left for her treatment group. Problem with the booze. I've had the same problem. I had told her about treatment places that could help. She has never had the mind to have anything to do with that. I told her I had never went to one that I had regretted. So she went. Blowed us all away. And she stayed. And now she's off to her group. I love my sister. One thing though; she carries ghost from the past. Those type men whose ghost haunts even while their alive. Sometimes I feel like I'm just another man to my sister. If I try to say something to her, she'll think I'm just another man trying to tell her what to do. And I'm not. Male supremacy is no good Brothers. We ARE men! But not like the slavemasters have taught.We need these sisters like we need air. I like to roam. I've never settled down. Never owned a house. My credit is with my creators. Malcolm said it back then. It's trickery at it's finest. They took him out before he could really explain what that really meant.