i remember the first time i ever saw a poet, i remember it because i judged him. i was at some art show, my dad had a bunch of pieces in it, i had been to a allot of these types of thing and so i wasn't to impressed by the whole affair. i was standing next to my Dad when a tallish man wearing a demin jacket, black T-shirt and beard walked up to him and started talking. i can't remember what he said but my dad eventually asked him what he did, the man said that he was a poet, my dad asked if he did it full time and the man said "I Wish". that was when i judged him, i thought "why would someone want to be a poet? That is so lame." i still think that no one should want to be a poet, it is something that they have to do because they are to irrevocably diseased not to do but i can't ignore reality anymore and i realized the road that i am running head long down. I don't profess to believe in Karma because that would assume that the world is fair but if i did this would be a good example of it.