I’m really at a standstill with my writing. I want to be a Buddhist dude with the mentality of the now. I promise I won’t talk with a Quaalude voice though when I see you. I want the effort of any will to be only aware of the present and not dogged by the angst of the past or the anxiety of the future. I am being coached by my sponsor to write a brief, brief history of my life. No, no I’m not going to put it in a blog! But if I did, what would I call it? “It’s A Meteor! The short bright light of Pherstory.” “Awakening In Hell, A Tale Of Nurtured Angst.” “Chris, The Middle One.” “Hypersensitized, A Story Of A Middle Child.” “Born In The 50’s, Raised By A Wolf And A Sheep.” Born a decade too soon and raised a century too late. Controlled by external forces too powerful to contain in the brain of a child. “Swept Away By The Rocking, The Wiggling, The Activity, the motion of...