I Found Freedom in Prison
WHAT MY UNREAL WORLD MOST needed was a bar mirror that gave back true images of the Alice's and Alec's in Blunderland.
Many years ago, I sat at a bar drinking expensive scotch and watching a Man-Who-Never-Was in the bottle-lined looking glass. It was a bad case of a mutual admiration in full bloom for, Narcissus-like, I was in love with my own reflection. I saw a super-brilliant lawyer, a fast-buck buccaneer above the law and the original big shot destined to be heard around the world.
The blackout. . . .
I sat in a skidrow room, wages for washing dishes a mark of a...
-- T. W.
San Luis Obispo, California