red letter dayTwenty-five years ago today, I was getting over my (hopefully) last hangover.

I was also digesting the formative experience of spending a night in the Amherst County hoosegow.

Spending a night in  a cage was terrifying and humiliating and surreal.  But I’m glad I did it, because the experience knocked some sense into me. Before that, I was such a pretender. I regularly made a fool out of myself and thought no one noticed. Or — an even worse delusion — I thought of myself as wild and free.

I have to tell you, it’s been a grand quarter-of-a-century. Just grand.

Being a non-crazy, healthy person rocks!

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