Doing much better today, everyone. I had emailed someone and mentioned that these how the shots felt back in the mid-80s. So maybe it was back to Old School (instead of Government Experiments 101) and my body is just to, ah, old to recall what old school felt like. I am indeed in much better shape than I was in the 80s and 90s, what I'm feeling now is just middle age stuff. Most of you have known me for decades, if only by phone or in print. Charles saw what my contorted body looked like in 1991. Sid saw my arm when it was still shattered, the thing with putting part of my hip into the forearm months in the future. So yea, I'm past that. Back to writing, no more waking hallucinations that last for six to eight hours.
And looking through the classifieds, I found a job that I don't even need a resume for. I wonder if I'll be needed as some kind of deterrent should the crime clown with the comic book knives shows up at the carnival side show...
