AND, INDEED, I was. Brenda was relentless. The next day was Sunday and she was still hard at it, or, rather, me. If I had been hoping to commit the seventh deadly sin of sloth, I was to be sorely disappointed.
So now, I just live day by day, humbly putting my life back together. Brenda is a performance artist, currently touring men’s prisons.
And me? I’m much in demand as an exhibit warning of the dangers of the flesh. I no longer look in mirrors.