August Brings Into Sharp Focus And A

As A Young Person Growing Up In Washington, D.c., Summers Were Hot, Humid And Relentless. My Friends And I Grew More Restless And Adventurous With Every Passing Year.

A Man With An Excruciatingly Painful Condition Wrote Me And Told Me That His Doctor Said That The Only Cure For What He Has Is Death, And He Might Want To Consider Suicide. What Do You Say To Him? I Doubt The, "hey Let's Go Get Some Coffee And Talk" Thing Is Going To Be At All Helpful.

Human Beings Should Not Be Reduced To A State To Where They Almost Get Into A Fight Over A Small Bar Of Soap.

Please Don't Think That I Am One Of Those Squishy Types Who Can't Handle Reality. I Have Plenty Of Real-world Things To Deal With All The Time. I Have Deadlines, Meetings, I Answer The Phone, I Get Turned Down, I Wait In Lines And Am Forced To Pass For Normal All The Time.

All I Have Is Me. Over-worked, Under-appreciated, Middle-aged, And Shriveled Up.