A Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Dear Reader: You are precious, priceless, and irreplaceable. In the entire history -- of the entire universe: In the history of all Eternity... There has been, and ever will be, only one you.
Herein are opinions, observations, and things autobiographical. These essays and editorials were written within, oh, 2 or 3 years.
I've survived autism, mania, depression, amnesia, multiple personalities, being borderline suicidal as a teenager ... and aardvark pox. (Or was it turkey pox?)
My "editorial opinions" prove that I'm a fearless, ferocious... ¿Were-Chihuahua? [Every full moon, I turn into an ankle biter.] Me?? Delusional?? Nope.
So, OF COURSE, I'm "considering" a career in American politics. {Made you smile.} Or cry: sorry about that.
This ain't your typical autobiography. No. It is not.
Seriously, though: "I've survived myself" is an acceptable legacy.
