Posted: 05/15/2014
Things change, D____. Constancy, it seems, is the enemy of progress.
Today it’s Jerry’s Famous Deli in sunny Marina del Rey, where I’m picking at a slice of carrot cake the size of my head, figuring that if I drag it out over enough hours, and if I can keep it down, it counts as multiple meals. Tomorrow, maybe next week if I’m feeling up to it, I’ll bus with my laptop to another Wi-Fi hotspot in the city, where I’ll be able to continue our tale unhindered. Now that I know how involved you are in the telling of it – now that I’m aware of the lengths to which you’ll go to keep me from finishing – it’s my duty to push on, to go forward and complete with total veracity this sad, sordid story.
Eighteen months ago you broke my jaw in two places and fractured my nose. I woke
