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.
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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?
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.
This story belongs to my sister, Margaret, but she’s not here to defend it. So here goes.
Years ago the Chicago police pulled me over and I found myself living in Nelson Algren’s world.
