I want to acknowledge that this essay could inadvertently reinforce stereotypes about mental illness and addiction; and that, in addition, my way of dealing with the situation could be seen as paternalistic or demeaning. I’m sure readers can see past the first issue, and I continue to ponder the second. You kinda had to be there. Although you might be just as happy you weren’t.
P.S. Elmer would be all over that last misplaced sentence , but i think you see where I’m going. Like i said, i admire that you stick with your topic no matter
Perhaps i am older and wiser, just remember i spent five years at Narragansett Racetrack so edgy is not my problem or difficult neighborhoods. People with complicated problems behave in erratic and unpredictable ways. I knew plenty but they usually didn’t know where i live. That is why i worry
You worry? Just imagine if Sophie were around to read them. I'd have to give myself a pseudonym let alone them. Well, I'm sure there are parts of downtown Providence, etc. that are every bit as edgy. Funny, I was thinking of when my old friend Jill told me that she was living on 3rd Street in NYC (and has for decades). I said, jeez, isn't that the Hells Angels street? And she said, yeah, they know us, we're "protected." Not the same, but similar. Thanks for reading them.
P.S. Elmer would be all over that last misplaced sentence , but i think you see where I’m going. Like i said, i admire that you stick with your topic no matter
Perhaps i am older and wiser, just remember i spent five years at Narragansett Racetrack so edgy is not my problem or difficult neighborhoods. People with complicated problems behave in erratic and unpredictable ways. I knew plenty but they usually didn’t know where i live. That is why i worry
Don’t really like any of these stories. I worry about you, but I admire you sticking to your guns.
You worry? Just imagine if Sophie were around to read them. I'd have to give myself a pseudonym let alone them. Well, I'm sure there are parts of downtown Providence, etc. that are every bit as edgy. Funny, I was thinking of when my old friend Jill told me that she was living on 3rd Street in NYC (and has for decades). I said, jeez, isn't that the Hells Angels street? And she said, yeah, they know us, we're "protected." Not the same, but similar. Thanks for reading them.