1021. Thorn in My Pride
When I woke up in Ziggy’s bed the next morning, he wasn’t there. I was a little disoriented. I knew where I was, and I knew the general situation: I was in New York instead of Tennessee because… of stuff.
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1020. Fabulous
My ruminations on LSD and being one with the universe were a better prelude to going back to Ziggy’s apartment than I realized. He had something in mind that I hadn’t thought of.
1019. Help Me Up
(Sorry for the late post! The site is running realllly slowly now, but at least it’s up, and the Internet outage is over! Here’s hoping it stays up. We’re apparently having a nor’easter right now. -ctan) — One of the things Bart used to say often is the problems aren’t that you can’t learn what […]
1018. Justified and Ancient
You may have noticed that not a word was said at the lawyer meeting about any of the other lawsuit stuff hanging over our heads. I wasn’t even sure which ones were real threats and which ones weren’t. You might think if nothing had happened in two years on a case that nothing was every […]
1017. Hello Cruel World
The next morning I was tired but everything felt less like an existential crisis than the night before. At least at first. That was before Ziggy took a call where someone–Barrett, I assume–tried to convince him to fly to LA for something. He said no, but the creeping dread about everything industry-related crawled right back […]
1016. Nothing Else Matters
Jeezus New York is noisy. Don’t ask me how I managed to forget that fact in the couple of months since I’d been there. I usually slept well with the background sounds of the city, but that night I lay awake in Ziggy’s bed, very aware of every car and truck and dog and drunk […]
1015. Escape
The thing about being drugged to the gills all the time is that it’s not easy to actually to maintain the “all the time” part. (I should know.) And the crash or hangover that hits in the inevitable gaps is not pretty. So it’s a good thing I talked to Claire about me going to […]
1014. Operation Spirit
Here’s one of the things about depression. I don’t–unlike some people we know–get suicidal thoughts. Not according to my therapist, anyway. What I do get are one step over from that, which is big picture thoughts like… what is the meaning of life anyway?
1013. Murder, Tonight, In the Trailer Park
Flip summoned me to the RV later that day to take a call on the “bag phone” from Remo. “I’m calling to say happy birthday,” Remo announced when I got on the call. I sat on an upturned crate outside the RV in the driveway. “I was trying to reach you yesterday but apparently I […]
1012. Anybody Listening
We sat on the rock looking at the water for a longish time. The sun got hot to the point I took my jacket off. Like, summer hot. Ziggy stripped his T-shirt off and sunned himself, using his balled up jacket and shirt as a pillow.