I am of simple mind, easily led astray and subject to occasional emotional fits of clarity. My profession is accounting, and even though I don’t like it, I’m good at it. So that’s what I have to do. This is what I want to do, but no one will pay me.
We live near Aspen Park, Colorado, in a small log cabin, from which I send missiles of frightful content. I will continue to do so unless my goddammed brother turns me into the law. I was responsible for the Tylenol scare. I graduated from a Catholic high school in Montana, but even for all their good intent, it didn’t take. I learned to think for myself in spite of them.