Finding Equilibrium Pt.II in My New Life

So, yes. I was a child celebrity. I actually was friends with a movie star in high school. One most of you have seen in the movies. I never tell anyone that. That is a world I am not financially prepared to handle. So, I had been living a life anonymously way off in the country. I had generated my own successes. I had developed my own reputation among Southern musicians, but as a West Coast type practicing yoga, and a vegetarian health Guru. In college I was a celebrity writer, and musician. At a certain point in time, I moved back in with my mother. It was normal in my friend group. The South is poor where I am, and the smarter families work together like that. My Greek drummer was living with his family, and working the family business, and so were many others in my network. The Greeks say that all kids live with their parents until around 25 in Greece. What else is there, but family? At that point, I was a celebrity in my college town for music, and an artist for my Greek family’s business, and involved in the Greek community. That network is like Global Celebrities. When they had Greek Christmas, one daughter flew in from Germany with her husband from Tunisia, another daughter flew in from London where she was a big time Lawyer, and the brother’s, my friends were here working the family business. The Greek father (mother is American), his best friend flew in from Greece where he had a 1/2 million dollar estate, and he was my roommate for a time. We would work the business, and I would come home at night, and he would be there waiting for me with a jug of red wine, and we would talk, and talk, and eat and talk. He took my job basically, but I didn’t mind. I was still allowed to live and work there rent free as I held down a job, took classes and practiced Yoga. In their world I am a poet like Rumi. I was achieving Enlightenment, and practicing Yoga, and working like a good Greek boy does. The father always said we, his sons and I, were like Priests. We cared more about Philosophy, and Enlightenment than we did business. Father was a big business man in his days in Greece, with an amazing story of how he ended up in Alabama. As my friend, his son, was growing his own way, and going away for school, I would end up being closer to that Greek man than maybe anyone else I had ever known.

In my Buddhist Enlightenment, I had heard a voice that told me to return to my family I had left. This was a mistake, or the gods’ little joke, or a lesson I had to learn in my own time. I went back home, and it was good. My biological father had moved away from my mother for a job, and I was helping to raise my youngest adopted brother. Life was amazing. I had a relationship with my mother that I had only seen glimpses of when they were together and I was in high school. Life was good. But, upon the return of my jealous father of who I am, everything was all shook up and I was turned out on my own in a horrible fashion and terrible circumstances. Working around poor folks if you are someone like I am is literally a dangerous experience. I went from being rich and famous (and a good person) to working with dangerous people who were never educated enough to even know who Rumi was. This is what agents are for. When I had asked my friend in the movies if he had been a good play-actor he had just said his parents had bought him a good agent. “Star-Struck” is a dangerous phenomena. I worked incognito as a chef for a while, and I developed a great reputation. I had made it to the top of my career in this small city. I was a celebrity chef. I had made to the top again.

Upon visiting my biological family again as a celebrity chef at the top, they experienced being Star Struck. And they began attacking me. They beat me down, they held me down, and beat me down. Ain’t no one is bigger than them.

Apart from the movie star, I have been friends with artists you may have heard of, and a writer who had been friends with authors of books turned into movies you have heard of. I have also played music for someone who had the Eagles’ Bass player in his cellphone contacts, and you may have heard of him too.

So, when I tell you, I am beat-up and broke I want you to tell me why.

Last updated October 24, 2023