Not that I think about it anymore but this came up in my feed.  One of these days I’m going to post that conversation that happened in Ottawa.  GIve the whole thing closure that I thought I had when I exacted my revenge.  But I don’t know.  Being shitty doesn’t taste very good any more.  Not since the anti-psychotics.  I feel like I’m in a 12 step program and I need to amend all my past mistakes.  I don’t think there is enough time for that.