The heel of the range was, there could never be a resolution that would satisfy both sides. I was given to hibernating when I wasn’t spaced out and bleeding from all sides. It was a ruckus. There was nothing to be done about it. I gave my all for six months, but it was not satisfactory. It came down in the end to an unappreciated bit of experience and some worthless good deeds. I wasn’t pulling my weight at home, and I wasn’t earning a living. I had been receiving funds from federal people, but as they say, there’s no telling when that would run out. I was in a trial stay for my student scalps, much overdone in those nippy years. I had wasted it all and then some, so I knew I couldn’t pass the test. Dessert time came, and I was full of them. They had been on two diets, but not one to keep. Surgery had progressed in one way, but train wrecks abound in both directions.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 