The Cure

(instant classic)

Comey's Big Bombshell--Trump is a liar.  Ho!  I hope he has a lot of friends.  He just got into a pissing match, and one of the two is going to lose.  Both parties allege.  The marketplace will now decide who is the more reliable witness.

In my old neighborhood, you were told "never back down from a fight."  I have learned, though, how to be demure.

I thought one could demure, that the word could be used as a verb, but I looked it up and it cannot be used thusly.  I also learned that it is a sexist term and refers to a woman.  Sometimes my understanding of the language is completely off.  So is my understanding of sexism.  Still, I would demure if I could.

I am up and at 'em this morning.  I am leaving town to go to a workshop in Santa Fe and will be gone for a bit.  I don't know how much I'll be able to post.  I'm staying in a cheap hotel without reliable internet for most of the trip.  Tonight, though, I will be staying in an old looney bin, a former insane asylum if you will, converted into an upscale hotel.  It is said to be haunted, but I stayed there two years ago and had no such luck.  I will go there to seek a cure.

I go from there to a $50/night room on the outskirts of town.  Getting back to my roots.

In getting ready to leave, I have exhausted myself completely.  I finished what needed to be done at the factory, but it raked the flesh from my back.  Home is another matter, but I can't stay, so. . . .

I used to lie down and dream pictures.  Now I dream of cameras.  There is something wrong there, of course.  And that, my friends, is what I hope to remedy.