Early months of 2004 to now revisited! (aka: Close Cover Before Striking)TM

Drove home from the hospital/jail on my own power, liberated by a gang of stupid douche bag so called psychologists or whatever.

They didn’t believe it was my shiny red car out the window view until I crawled into it. I can’t imagine how disheartening/liberating it must have made them feel. They watched me out of that 4th floor window facing north. I had my car key on me, so I was able to go directly from insane to pilot of a fast red car with the grace of an idiot shrink signature. Dad met me at my front door with the house key I gave him, we went in and turned off the TV that had been on for four days.

We fed Lefty.

We went to the diner. I ate part of an egg. Dad had a meal. Dad dropped me back off.

The next few months were all weird words and side three of the Wall. Can you show me where it hurts? No, not yet. This is not how I am.

Then I quit the Nelson Pharma "writing" job.

Then Lanmark rehired me.

Then I worked at Lanmark for a year.

Then she came.

Then we went back to my apt. A few afternoons in a summer where air conditioning was essential. Not many. Maybe 5 or 6. Just that many three hour Friday afternoon breaks of furious lunch.

Then, horror.

Then affection.

Then forever-everlasting nothing.

Whew. That was close.

Then Nancy died.
That was a fucking curveball.

Then I went to NYC. For more pharma "writing".

The blanks to fill in will eventually run a mile of printed words. Don't worry. Names will be changed.