I had the truly beautiful realisation yesterday night, as I drove around in the deserted streets of Entebbe, that I have no debts in my life at present. I have not been given any money by anyone and not paid it back. On the contrary, I am owed by people near and far. I am not rich; I am not wallowing in money; there are things I would buy if I had more money. But whatever else may or may not be as I’d like, something is indeed as I would like: I have no debts. And I would actually love to celebrate that by noting it, so that I never forget that at some point the promise made to me was kept. When it struck me, for the next few minutes I was driving about muttering non-stop to myself about how great it was that I could say this, and that it was true, that I had no debts. It is such a beautiful feeling. It may help that I was high on weed, and I was playing my music. But that seems like mere bonus to me. The real thing I have to be thankful for is that—in the year of my sabbatical, no less—I have no debts.
Fuck, that feels so good!