I met a famous writer once in New York. It was at a book reading. When the event was coming to a close, I was cajoled into the ‘meet and greet’ line. I didn’t want to queue up. That wasn’t how I wanted to meet this writer. Standing in line, I was not a person. …
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It’s not HIV!
Into June, into insomnia. Along with a host of other symptoms that indicate a bacterial infection, I am doing juuust “splendidly.” I have been a year and a half of my life under trash clouds threatening refuse deluges knowing- more or less- that it’s because of bacterial infection. As I told one of my brothers …
Hi there, I’m lost
Today is my 40th birthday. I am not a very happy person. I woke up in a modern (crap) hotel room in New Jersey instead of some ancient palazzo in Venice Italy. I was supposed to be in Venice. Venice was promised to me twice now and each time it’s magically removed from the equation. …