Well, mark this day, as this is finally the day that I finished writing the book about my life. I have not published it, and the thought of "pulling the trigger" is causing me to have an anxiety attack of grand proportions. Once I pull the trigger, everything is "out there." As one of my best friends says, "You can't un-fuck a fuck."
I am shaking uncontrollably. I even ate a bowl of spicy chili, thinking that it would help me stop the shaking. It didn't. Thank GOD for leftover xanax, phor phuck's sake.
I have been wanting...and others have been prodding me...to write this for many, many years. I finally was able to right the tragedy of my life in a shroud...of humor. Thank GOD for humor, phor phuck's sake. It is the REAL saving grace in life.