I've been following along via JayG for a few months now as the Elio Motors motorcycle/car continues its development process. A two-seat tandem vehicle that features a 60 hp 3-cylinder engine powering the 3 wheeled vehicle (which is what technically makes it a motorcycle). 80+ highway mpg (45+ city) out of an 8 gallon tank. Fully enclosed cabin with A/C, power windows/locks, 3 air bags, 15" rims ... a lot of features for a $6800.00 price tag.
I just now put $500.00 down on my all in order for the first actual new vehicle I've ever bought.
Claimed delivery window is 4th quarter 2014 so I can hope for a birthday present. The factory is an hour or so east of here (it's actually closer than the nearest planned dealership is) so I will definitely be exercising the factory pick up delivery option. Texas doesn't require a helmet and is one of the many states that doesn't require a motorcycle endorsement (for this particular vehicle type) on the driving license too.
Haven't really settled on the basic options yet, but I'm leaning towards the silver and black paint job with the 5-speed manual transmission. I'm also more than likely going to use the company's "credit card financing" method instead of the more traditional methods. Basically, you buy gas at triple the pump price and everything over the actual fuel purchase amount is applied to your remaining balance in lieu of a regular loan payment.
Come on Jay, get on the list with me and share the anticipation frustration. :)
Friday, January 31, 2014
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Thursday, January 23, 2014
A Bump In The Road To Wellville
This past Sunday afternoon at about 4:30 I started feeling pain in my left hip. Within an hour, I was almost in tears. On Monday, I went to the Doc-in-a-box where I was irradiated and given codeine for pain.
This resulted in a man in great pain who was also high. Not there fault, it was all they could do.
Other than get me an appointment with an Orthopedic specialist for the following day. Whimpered my way there on the Tuesday expecting a "hip shot" (injection into the hip region) of cortisone and whatnot to resolve the pain and begin therapy.
When you go to an expert, you don't get to tell him what he finds wrong with you. IOW, there's nothing medically wrong with my hip, thus no hip shot for pain relief, but I did get a much bigger bottle of codeine and an appointment for an MRI the following day.
That same afternoon I did get in to see my usual Doctor and he was able to look over everyones notes and accumulated work (x-rays and the like) and he thinks that, along with some arthritis developing in my lower back and pelvic region - not surprising in a man of 60 years, some hopefully still-minor damage has occurred to a disc in my L-spine or that possibly something else has pinched the nerve running down into my left leg.
Wednesday, I went to get the MRI. I've had one before for my knees. Surprising to me, a spine scan is less complicated than one of the knee; only took about 20 minutes, even with the do-over toward the end when I had to move or wet myself. Something else I discovered - when in a building that contains an active MRI machine, don't bother texting anyone. Your message(s) will eventually go through, but the (increasingly irritated) replies will all appear on your phone in a cascade of bloops and beeps once you get into the more usually constructed portion of the building, like reception say. I wasn't taking notes at the time, but either the electronic symphony coming out of my pocket or the sight of me madly choking down drugs while whimpering my way toward the water fountain will likely get you looked at in a concerned fashion by everyone else too.
Just saying.
The ortho guy won't be back in town 'till next week, so I get to spend the next several days looking at the clock to see if my morally ill-prepared self control is stronger than the pain-addled rest of me (the label says "every 6 hours", which so far means my life still has unfulfilled aspirations as of yet) along with ice packs wedged dangerously close to the groinal region, resulting in sporadic (not to mention hasty) inspections for testicular frost damage.
So, I'm never not in pain and I'm too high to do much of anything more demanding than move the blue ice pack somewhere a little less close to my urinary tract. I failed to mention that I did get a course of steroids to keep track of along with all the rest. I'd forgotten how steroids make one urinate so much more frequently. Levitating up out of bed from yet-another nap with one leg in agony and the other in cramp is not an experience I can recommend. Note to self: just drink more water, you're too high to know if you're thirsty or not anyway.
I am told that there are good non-surgical therapies these days even if it turns out to be a ruptured disc in my spine. I resolutely refuse to speculate, mostly because doing so requires too much mental horsepower. I'll know more next Tuesday.
This resulted in a man in great pain who was also high. Not there fault, it was all they could do.
Other than get me an appointment with an Orthopedic specialist for the following day. Whimpered my way there on the Tuesday expecting a "hip shot" (injection into the hip region) of cortisone and whatnot to resolve the pain and begin therapy.
When you go to an expert, you don't get to tell him what he finds wrong with you. IOW, there's nothing medically wrong with my hip, thus no hip shot for pain relief, but I did get a much bigger bottle of codeine and an appointment for an MRI the following day.
That same afternoon I did get in to see my usual Doctor and he was able to look over everyones notes and accumulated work (x-rays and the like) and he thinks that, along with some arthritis developing in my lower back and pelvic region - not surprising in a man of 60 years, some hopefully still-minor damage has occurred to a disc in my L-spine or that possibly something else has pinched the nerve running down into my left leg.
Wednesday, I went to get the MRI. I've had one before for my knees. Surprising to me, a spine scan is less complicated than one of the knee; only took about 20 minutes, even with the do-over toward the end when I had to move or wet myself. Something else I discovered - when in a building that contains an active MRI machine, don't bother texting anyone. Your message(s) will eventually go through, but the (increasingly irritated) replies will all appear on your phone in a cascade of bloops and beeps once you get into the more usually constructed portion of the building, like reception say. I wasn't taking notes at the time, but either the electronic symphony coming out of my pocket or the sight of me madly choking down drugs while whimpering my way toward the water fountain will likely get you looked at in a concerned fashion by everyone else too.
Just saying.
The ortho guy won't be back in town 'till next week, so I get to spend the next several days looking at the clock to see if my morally ill-prepared self control is stronger than the pain-addled rest of me (the label says "every 6 hours", which so far means my life still has unfulfilled aspirations as of yet) along with ice packs wedged dangerously close to the groinal region, resulting in sporadic (not to mention hasty) inspections for testicular frost damage.
So, I'm never not in pain and I'm too high to do much of anything more demanding than move the blue ice pack somewhere a little less close to my urinary tract. I failed to mention that I did get a course of steroids to keep track of along with all the rest. I'd forgotten how steroids make one urinate so much more frequently. Levitating up out of bed from yet-another nap with one leg in agony and the other in cramp is not an experience I can recommend. Note to self: just drink more water, you're too high to know if you're thirsty or not anyway.
I am told that there are good non-surgical therapies these days even if it turns out to be a ruptured disc in my spine. I resolutely refuse to speculate, mostly because doing so requires too much mental horsepower. I'll know more next Tuesday.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Fun Show Today
Going to the local gun show today. Not really expecting to see much of anything I'm really interested in actually buying, but we'll see. This ain't the Indy 1500.
Would like to find a new Kel Tec PMR30. Won't pay more than MSRP for one and would hope to dicker a deal for a gun and three spare magazines for ~ $500 Obamabux (plus the Governor's gratuity, of course - place wouldn't function without that).
I've gone over the Lucky Gunner ammo price list to use as a buying guide reference. The ammo shortage is basically over, but we'll see just how far down the retail chain that message has gotten. Some .22 (LR and WMR), .223, .308, .45acp and 9mm are all on the look-for list, but only if I can't get it delivered to my front door for the same price instead. That's my version of the "immediate gratification" value of an ammo purchase (or most any other these days). Me and Jeff Bezos have a relationship don'tcha know?
Maybe I'll find something to inspire a follow-up post.
Would like to find a new Kel Tec PMR30. Won't pay more than MSRP for one and would hope to dicker a deal for a gun and three spare magazines for ~ $500 Obamabux (plus the Governor's gratuity, of course - place wouldn't function without that).
I've gone over the Lucky Gunner ammo price list to use as a buying guide reference. The ammo shortage is basically over, but we'll see just how far down the retail chain that message has gotten. Some .22 (LR and WMR), .223, .308, .45acp and 9mm are all on the look-for list, but only if I can't get it delivered to my front door for the same price instead. That's my version of the "immediate gratification" value of an ammo purchase (or most any other these days). Me and Jeff Bezos have a relationship don'tcha know?
Maybe I'll find something to inspire a follow-up post.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Me, Me, Me, Me, Me
Just back from the local hospital's ENT specialist; Ive had a "scratchy sounding voice" for a couple years or more. Frankly, I just kinda assumed it was a by-product effect of having quit smoking a few years ago, but figured it was worth a look. Literally.
Laryngoscopy lets the MD do a direct visual exam of the larynx while you use it (the letter "e" was popular for some reason). I am pleased to announce that there is no sign of anything looking remotely cancerous, so there's that. Me being me, of course, there actually is something gone adrift though.
If you follow the wiki-link above you'll see an illustration of the human throat/larynx on the R/H sidebar. The parts labeled cartilage are what the muscles of the throat use to regulate the vocal cords (I'm probably saying this badly, but that's the gist of what I remember the Doc saying). In my throat, one side of the cartilage is bent in a "U" shape such that it covers the upper aspect of one side of my vocal cords. The Doc thinks I may not be using that side of the voice box at all.
The last time I took a shot (fist, I think, but it could have been an unbroken beer bottle) to that part of my throat was in the mid-ish 80's, so I have my doubts the two are all that related. Whatever the cause, there definitely is something out of kilter in my vocal regions (which oddly offers little comfort - or balance - to my nether regions).
The nearest laryngology medical specialist is a fellow in Dallas, so I'll be getting to know him just as soon as I confirm that the health insurance will pick up most of the tab. I already know the hotel stay will be on my own dime, I need to learn more about our policy as regards out-of-region specialists and the like.
So, crappy voice is due to physical deformity and not cancer. It's always something, you know? The view from here may still be kinda crappy, but so far I've gotta say 2014 is looking up.
Well, down really, but you know what I mean. :)
Laryngoscopy lets the MD do a direct visual exam of the larynx while you use it (the letter "e" was popular for some reason). I am pleased to announce that there is no sign of anything looking remotely cancerous, so there's that. Me being me, of course, there actually is something gone adrift though.
If you follow the wiki-link above you'll see an illustration of the human throat/larynx on the R/H sidebar. The parts labeled cartilage are what the muscles of the throat use to regulate the vocal cords (I'm probably saying this badly, but that's the gist of what I remember the Doc saying). In my throat, one side of the cartilage is bent in a "U" shape such that it covers the upper aspect of one side of my vocal cords. The Doc thinks I may not be using that side of the voice box at all.
The last time I took a shot (fist, I think, but it could have been an unbroken beer bottle) to that part of my throat was in the mid-ish 80's, so I have my doubts the two are all that related. Whatever the cause, there definitely is something out of kilter in my vocal regions (which oddly offers little comfort - or balance - to my nether regions).
The nearest laryngology medical specialist is a fellow in Dallas, so I'll be getting to know him just as soon as I confirm that the health insurance will pick up most of the tab. I already know the hotel stay will be on my own dime, I need to learn more about our policy as regards out-of-region specialists and the like.
So, crappy voice is due to physical deformity and not cancer. It's always something, you know? The view from here may still be kinda crappy, but so far I've gotta say 2014 is looking up.
Well, down really, but you know what I mean. :)
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Happy New Year
It being after midnight here in East Texas (and no sirens to be heard either for a change), I wanted to note how good this past year has been for me personally and to say how much I'm looking forward to this year's promise. I know that the concern for Obamacare and his administration's financial shenanigans are all the rage, but I choose to focus on things more close to home and heart.
Best wishes to all who stop by these pages in the coming year and I hope you find your way back to reality real soon now.
Best wishes to all who stop by these pages in the coming year and I hope you find your way back to reality real soon now.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Keeping Up With The Tam
During my wander through the blogs I ordinarily follow this fine Christmas day (and, to be completely honest, to fill in the time waiting for the laundry to finish), I checked in with TamaraK - as you do - and read this.
Now, I already have one of these in .22 caliber and really wasn't expecting to get into .177 also, but given the steeply discounted asking price, I simply couldn't convince myself not to hit the "one-click purchase" button.
Amazon is pleased to inform me it (with the spare "5 shot pellet clip" and can of pellets) will get here this coming Saturday. I guess I'm going to have to gather up some getaroundtoit and put this together. I've lived in this apartment complex for 12 years, it's time totest the neighbors patience see if all of those on-time rent checks bought me any special consideration. There's a strip of grass that runs along a fence line that ends in an L-shaped corner behind the maintenance building and is right outside my apartment door. The perfect 50' semi-secluded spot for some quiet Sunday afternoon practice I think. We'll see how many others agree soon enough.
So, thanks (again) Tam, and Merry Christmas to us both.
Now, I already have one of these in .22 caliber and really wasn't expecting to get into .177 also, but given the steeply discounted asking price, I simply couldn't convince myself not to hit the "one-click purchase" button.
Amazon is pleased to inform me it (with the spare "5 shot pellet clip" and can of pellets) will get here this coming Saturday. I guess I'm going to have to gather up some getaroundtoit and put this together. I've lived in this apartment complex for 12 years, it's time to
So, thanks (again) Tam, and Merry Christmas to us both.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Waiting For Godot A Title
Or, let's talk more about this premise.
What I have is, a "Mexican-American drug lord" who needs to find a place for his money that he can't get into Mexico (or his foreign bank accounts) any more. I have "Our Hero" who pitches him the idea of funding a series of Krav Maga schools around the state of Texas which are intended to serve as the basis for his personal intelligence gathering and political action arm within the state and country. Each school will have a specific group attached who are all students and have semi-legitimate jobs to satisfy public and official appearances. The group members real job will be to identify all law enforcement and political office holders within a specified region, with the intended purpose of coercing or killing them "come the day".
I've settled on the group size as being: a buddy (comprised of two individuals working as a dedicated pair), who are members of a (fire)team of two buddies (four individuals, working in dedicated pairs), who in turn make up a class (two teams who attend KM class as a unit), who together with five other classes comprise a school (and are the basic operational unit formation for each intelligence gathering effort - several more are implied to be in operation throughout the state). School members have strict rules; no gang signifiers in their personal lives (no tattoos or distinct social or other behavior that LE identifies as being gang associated), no direct action of an illegal nature (they don't deal or transport drugs or commit other crimes, but are familiar with those who do and report on them to the drug lord - act as his criminal QA inspectors as it were), work to achieve accentless language skills, work to acquire KM and other professional qualifications and certifications, acquire quality firearms and other weapons and become accredited as instructors/educators in their use. There will be others, and every team will consist of a buddy of two females (paired together). School members all have a business or self-employment job that serves as a means to wash drug money as well as provide the individual members with social and legal legitimacy, bicycle repair and sales, automotive maintenance and customization, almost anything IT, car wash, self storage, and maker-type manufacturing businesses (indeed, all of them will have some capability and professional capacity for doing so).
Our Hero is probably going to be more of an anti-hero in nature (and certainly in behavior) and is the KM school founder (not sure yet how the drug money gets legitimized - may resort to handwavium as needed) and is completely in the know; he proposes this concept initially as a means to a socio-political end as a result of his personal conviction that "anarchy approaches" or some such schiesse. The KM school legitimately teaches firearms use and defense as part of the curriculum for "more advanced" students (which is an effective means of access to the regional law enforcement community) as well as offering CHL training.
While not all members of the School are Hispanic (Our Hero isn't for one), most are and there will be a good deal of blatant racism displayed, not to mention sexism and all the rest of the PC cant (which sums up the basic attitude toward such belief within the School). School members learn/display respect for each other (if in a quite disturbing fashion), but this is based upon either a personal relationship or an "us vs them" context.
I want to make the initial meeting between Our Hero and the drug lord believable, but I'm not writing a "how to .." manual here. I'm attracted to them knowing (or at least knowing of) each other many years prior when both were either members of the US .mil or, and I like this better, both were employed as contractors working out of the US following their separate stints in the service (again, many years earlier - both are older men). In late-summer 2009, Our Hero discovers the whereabouts and legal circumstances of the drug lord from online news sources and gets in touch with him, again online. At the subsequent meeting, the initial proposition was presented and developed over the succeeding moths and years. That's the opening, I think, and events resume in the summer of 2015. I need to start building bios for both men (names would certainly be less ungainly) and what was Google Maps/ Earth like in early summer 2009?
That's the start of a workable outline I think.
What I have is, a "Mexican-American drug lord" who needs to find a place for his money that he can't get into Mexico (or his foreign bank accounts) any more. I have "Our Hero" who pitches him the idea of funding a series of Krav Maga schools around the state of Texas which are intended to serve as the basis for his personal intelligence gathering and political action arm within the state and country. Each school will have a specific group attached who are all students and have semi-legitimate jobs to satisfy public and official appearances. The group members real job will be to identify all law enforcement and political office holders within a specified region, with the intended purpose of coercing or killing them "come the day".
I've settled on the group size as being: a buddy (comprised of two individuals working as a dedicated pair), who are members of a (fire)team of two buddies (four individuals, working in dedicated pairs), who in turn make up a class (two teams who attend KM class as a unit), who together with five other classes comprise a school (and are the basic operational unit formation for each intelligence gathering effort - several more are implied to be in operation throughout the state). School members have strict rules; no gang signifiers in their personal lives (no tattoos or distinct social or other behavior that LE identifies as being gang associated), no direct action of an illegal nature (they don't deal or transport drugs or commit other crimes, but are familiar with those who do and report on them to the drug lord - act as his criminal QA inspectors as it were), work to achieve accentless language skills, work to acquire KM and other professional qualifications and certifications, acquire quality firearms and other weapons and become accredited as instructors/educators in their use. There will be others, and every team will consist of a buddy of two females (paired together). School members all have a business or self-employment job that serves as a means to wash drug money as well as provide the individual members with social and legal legitimacy, bicycle repair and sales, automotive maintenance and customization, almost anything IT, car wash, self storage, and maker-type manufacturing businesses (indeed, all of them will have some capability and professional capacity for doing so).
Our Hero is probably going to be more of an anti-hero in nature (and certainly in behavior) and is the KM school founder (not sure yet how the drug money gets legitimized - may resort to handwavium as needed) and is completely in the know; he proposes this concept initially as a means to a socio-political end as a result of his personal conviction that "anarchy approaches" or some such schiesse. The KM school legitimately teaches firearms use and defense as part of the curriculum for "more advanced" students (which is an effective means of access to the regional law enforcement community) as well as offering CHL training.
While not all members of the School are Hispanic (Our Hero isn't for one), most are and there will be a good deal of blatant racism displayed, not to mention sexism and all the rest of the PC cant (which sums up the basic attitude toward such belief within the School). School members learn/display respect for each other (if in a quite disturbing fashion), but this is based upon either a personal relationship or an "us vs them" context.
I want to make the initial meeting between Our Hero and the drug lord believable, but I'm not writing a "how to .." manual here. I'm attracted to them knowing (or at least knowing of) each other many years prior when both were either members of the US .mil or, and I like this better, both were employed as contractors working out of the US following their separate stints in the service (again, many years earlier - both are older men). In late-summer 2009, Our Hero discovers the whereabouts and legal circumstances of the drug lord from online news sources and gets in touch with him, again online. At the subsequent meeting, the initial proposition was presented and developed over the succeeding moths and years. That's the opening, I think, and events resume in the summer of 2015. I need to start building bios for both men (names would certainly be less ungainly) and what was Google Maps/ Earth like in early summer 2009?
That's the start of a workable outline I think.
Monday, December 9, 2013
And Now For Something Completely Different ...
... and maybe even original.
I've decided to try an experiment on this blog. Before we get to all that, first some back story.
In the last couple months (since my return from Oregon in October), I was invited by Amazon.com to become one of the reviewers of stories under development by them.
Frankly I have no real idea why they did such a thing.
The barely-restrained conspiracy theorist in me is certain it all has to do with the frequency with which I take Jeff Bezos' name in vain here and elsewhere around the web. And, while there may actually be something to that, my somewhat more firmly grounded suspicion is that someone at Amazon decided there just might be something to the proposition that the amateur opinion is the audience and figured anyone who buys as many books and DVD's - and presumably reads/watches them - as I do, probably has an arguably informed opinion to offer there-on.
In any event, I accepted and thereby discovered Amazon Studios, which is their in-house effort to create original content for them to produce and sell. I should note that the two Amazon-related activities aren't directly linked to each other, in that you don't have to be an aspiring story teller totalk trash offer an opinion about anyone else's story. Or, at least, I didn't; I was offered the review thing before signing up to have my own efforts put to the question.
Someday.
Whereby we close the bloggish circle. I'm having difficulty getting started with the story I want to tell first, so I'm going to try telling (at least a good portion of) a different story here on the blog. To that end I've created a new label, "my original fiction", which I will be using exclusively for this project. My hope is to use the Blogger format I'm reasonably familiar with to develop the basic writers habit of writing something every day. Yes, I know, how is that different from ordinary blogging? Well, aside from the obvious distinction that this will be deliberate fiction, as inflammatory as what will appear is going to be, I hope to avoid at least some of the sillier accusations and suspicions that might otherwise arise if it wasn't labeled as explicit fiction.
I expect to write as much about my experience of the process of writing a story as I do actually telling a story. [It's my blog; go write your own if you want it done differently.] As introductory, what follows is my not-too-terribly-original premise:
At some undeclared point in the near future, there will be an explicit effort made to take advantage of the current societal discontent within the United States. This effort will comprise an organized group of criminals funding the creation of a "resistance" (based rather loosely on my understanding of the experience of the French efforts during WW II) aimed at continuing their (probably drug related - at least in part) criminal enterprise, whatever the political climate within the US.
All details subject to authorial whim and inspiration, but I intend to use real people's names in a "ripped from the headlines" style of story context. If you are also a blogger and wouldcare to risk your reputation'nt mind having your name taken in vain also, please let me know; one of the many problems I'm experiencing is coming up with character names (the bios are actually much less trouble - more on that anon).
Topics I hope to excite discussion on will include: story formatting, character development and presentation, quirks and idiosyncrasies of some specific aspect of life (law, motorcycle mechanics, welding, what-have-you, etc, etc, etc.), proper grammar ... well, you get the idea. As to the story itself, it is what it will be; I kinda don't care if you care for it or not, and I'm quite confident you can write a better one, but I want to tell this one so as to get good enough to tell the one that's sloshing around inside my head and won't come out yet. If I offend you (as seems likely) I'm not all that sorry. Its not that I want to especially, it's just in the nature of this particular story, that's all.
More tomorrow ...
I've decided to try an experiment on this blog. Before we get to all that, first some back story.
In the last couple months (since my return from Oregon in October), I was invited by Amazon.com to become one of the reviewers of stories under development by them.
Frankly I have no real idea why they did such a thing.
The barely-restrained conspiracy theorist in me is certain it all has to do with the frequency with which I take Jeff Bezos' name in vain here and elsewhere around the web. And, while there may actually be something to that, my somewhat more firmly grounded suspicion is that someone at Amazon decided there just might be something to the proposition that the amateur opinion is the audience and figured anyone who buys as many books and DVD's - and presumably reads/watches them - as I do, probably has an arguably informed opinion to offer there-on.
In any event, I accepted and thereby discovered Amazon Studios, which is their in-house effort to create original content for them to produce and sell. I should note that the two Amazon-related activities aren't directly linked to each other, in that you don't have to be an aspiring story teller to
Someday.
Whereby we close the bloggish circle. I'm having difficulty getting started with the story I want to tell first, so I'm going to try telling (at least a good portion of) a different story here on the blog. To that end I've created a new label, "my original fiction", which I will be using exclusively for this project. My hope is to use the Blogger format I'm reasonably familiar with to develop the basic writers habit of writing something every day. Yes, I know, how is that different from ordinary blogging? Well, aside from the obvious distinction that this will be deliberate fiction, as inflammatory as what will appear is going to be, I hope to avoid at least some of the sillier accusations and suspicions that might otherwise arise if it wasn't labeled as explicit fiction.
I expect to write as much about my experience of the process of writing a story as I do actually telling a story. [It's my blog; go write your own if you want it done differently.] As introductory, what follows is my not-too-terribly-original premise:
At some undeclared point in the near future, there will be an explicit effort made to take advantage of the current societal discontent within the United States. This effort will comprise an organized group of criminals funding the creation of a "resistance" (based rather loosely on my understanding of the experience of the French efforts during WW II) aimed at continuing their (probably drug related - at least in part) criminal enterprise, whatever the political climate within the US.
All details subject to authorial whim and inspiration, but I intend to use real people's names in a "ripped from the headlines" style of story context. If you are also a blogger and would
Topics I hope to excite discussion on will include: story formatting, character development and presentation, quirks and idiosyncrasies of some specific aspect of life (law, motorcycle mechanics, welding, what-have-you, etc, etc, etc.), proper grammar ... well, you get the idea. As to the story itself, it is what it will be; I kinda don't care if you care for it or not, and I'm quite confident you can write a better one, but I want to tell this one so as to get good enough to tell the one that's sloshing around inside my head and won't come out yet. If I offend you (as seems likely) I'm not all that sorry. Its not that I want to especially, it's just in the nature of this particular story, that's all.
More tomorrow ...
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