Confessions of a Former Green Collar Gay With a Leaf Blower

I guess it is time for me to offer my confession to the public at large about a past trensgression that has caught up with me in terms of Kharmic Retribution.  Back in the old days when I was slinging my leaf blower as a gardener to the rich, famous, lonely and entitled…I used to break the law.  There was a statute that railed against using gas powered leaf blowers in both Sausalito and Mill Valley where many of my clients lived.  I would use my leaf blower anyway with a screw you" intention lodged in my reptilian pain body.  Now I am paying the priceweekly in Mexico.  The owner of the Hot Springs across the street uses a leaf blower every Saturday for at least 3 hours even though they have no business…I am forced to close the windows…turn up the music…and harbor bad feelings…Possibly the reason I am telling you all this is to come to terms with the invisible nature of this kharma and clean it up for good…so I salute the genius of existence for showing me these divine lessons…Gracias a la Vida!