About
Selfie-as-mirror while shopping Tyler Durden style in the "Womens Outerwear" department of the Walden Amvets.
I'm a father and recovering ex-husband. I've been diagnosed as having depression with anxiety, maybe an attention-deficit disorder or two, perhaps narcissistic, and possibly something called "depersonalisation disorder". That last one is the most recent psychological verdict, and more a clinical aid than a diagnosis. Nobody who knows sociopathy believes I'm a sociopath. Everyone who doesn't know, well, they usually prefer "psychopath". I'm not.
Northward Midget began as a creative outlet, then a cathartic receptacle for true-life tales of my separation travails through the New York "Family" court system, then reassembly instructions, and now just somewhere to throw words into the Empty.
The blog title is a twist on an anagram for some thing that no longer exists. No offense is meant to little people.
The password to password-protected posts is what Dennis Hopper called Christopher Walken.
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