Monthly Archive: April 2012

The Final Cut 1

The Final Cut

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear-stained eyes, I can barely define the shape of this moment in time. And far from flying high in clear blue skies, I’m spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. If you negotiate the mine-fields of my mind … … and if you beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eye … … and if you make it past the shotguns in the hall? Dial the combination. Open the priest-hole....

The Verdict 3

The Verdict

Opposing counsel accused me of being an alcohol and marijuana abuser.  How did she come up with any marijuana abuse?  Apparently she subpoenaed ECMC.  Can they do that?  Isn’t there some kind of doctor-client privilege?  Oh well.  In any case, I was presented in quite an unflattering way. So, I arrive at nine-twentysomething and the hearing finally commences at sometime after noon.   All this after (a) having my fucking Droid lose its GPS connection, (b) driving around the labyrinthine streets of...