It was around 3:00 AM on Saturday September 22, 2001, My oldest brother, Phil, and I were sitting in his living room waiting for the cancer to take him.
He was 56.
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He started it.
On a sunny August morning in Paris at the French offices of a multinational corporate octopus I unknowingly brought a gun to a knife fight.
In the early 2000’s I was 53 and leaving middle age. I was wondering what’s next when some nasty questions popped up. Like. Have I accomplished anything worthwhile? What’s next? How much hair can I grow from my ears, nose and eyebrows? Do those ED drugs really work?
On the day Niles first opened the workroom door, the three Norns cast his fate.
Here’s a video of me reading a story in February 2020 before Covid brought the world to its knees.
At the first funeral I ever attended I ended up in the grave.
Forgive me, I’m an accountant. It’s a problem that the therapy and
drugs have failed to cure.