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Yes, it's that grim. I've got a cart full of stuff to make a pizza for me and my mother. That's when I see her. You know who I'm talking about. I'm like one of those guys with no legs and one arm, but nimble as a chimpanzee. I can make a halfway decent show of it, but I'm living with swords run straight through me. Yes, swords. Amazing, isn't it? I've learned to compensate. Compromise is the name of the game. The day of Judgment will never come. Never. She looked so content, that's what hurts the most, I think. It's been so long, after all. Three years. She was with someone else, naturally, as if I didn't even exist, as if I never existed.

Emerson was bitter. We were fighting our way through a weed-choked lot when, hoping to break the ice, I admitted that I'd tried to re-read Walden at least four times over the last year and never managed to get through it. I specifically used the word "turgid" a few times. He took the bait. The weeds in this part of the lot were grown clear over our heads. I nearly lost Ralph Waldo a couple of times—in fact, high-strung and touchy as he was about the subject at hand, he was one misinterpreted word from stalking off through the phlox. I ventured a light joke. "We sure could use that ax he borrowed about now, eh?" "That ax was none too s

On a self-timing camera I’m starring in an expose of the human rights violations of the great Mao Tse-Tung. This is dangerous stuff we’re talking about—I’m up on the roof! It occurs to me that if my ex gets ahold of this footage, I’m through. Do they have flamingos in China? I sure hope so! Because that is the signal to “cut.” Anyway, there’s a wedding procession that I can’t believe I’m a part of. What’s this got to do with Chairman Mao, after all? Throw in a bodybuilding serial killer, my dad Robert DeNiro, and a confusing scene in a makeshift cloakroom with my mom and you despair of