I’ve had the full court press. An all out assault on my desire to live. My oldest friend tells me none of my books will sell. My putative writing son shows himself a psychotic just waiting for his next break with reality. My wife can’t come home. She’s busy. Not such a big deal. Except that I need her. Because I can’t defend myself from her friends at Facebook.
Guess what. I LIVE. like Roddy Piper at They Live.
My secret weapon? What NONE of you have. A sense of humor.