That’s right. One of the tenants of the dream house in Westport is a Psychopath on steroids. So after trying to find common ground with him, and after his second explosion at me, I left. In my life, I have had occasion to deal with people of similar attitudes, and no good ever comes of it. Cutting my losses, I retreated back into said Honda Motorhome, and back on the road again.
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Thrown out of spaceship by mutinous crew for reading Vogan Poetry, now living in inner space. Seeking Higher relationship with Universe. Stuck on Earth for now, but will hitch ride to any higher dimension, planet or time. Have fluffy towel and Thumb Ring, will ride in cargo bay. View all posts by The Roaming Raconteur