Being stalked by Goldie ( a dodged bullet), groupies, my upcoming stroke
Another recollected (approximately) email to my school buddy: David, Every time I get an inspired idea that must be communicated, before the stroke, it takes so long to turn this damn computer on, I have forgotten what it was, that was so important to tell mankind. It makes me wonder if the stroke hit while I was waiting. It has escaped me by the time I can compose, type and make my communication something that Mark Twain would wish that HE had thought of and written a hundred years ago. Upon... Sign in to see full entry.