Like, Grendel’s F.I.V.; and Butch in L.A. Grendel has F.I.V. That’s our/my new normal. & Butch frustrates me because, oh God, how much time do you have? I think my recovery has evolved to a POINT WHERE I no longer need him to do as much, yet he frustrates me a lot because he has repeatedly denied me chances to evolve. From the outset; I’ve said, his job, really, is to help me get to a point where I no longer need him. He’s said that’s his objective, too; but I no longer believe it is. Butch, Gil, and Peter all seem unwilling to let me fail but, in my experience, that’s how you learn. That was why I was so eager to sign up as a beta tester for the new Mac O.S.: because it might present me with obstacles as it evolved which would test me; which it did. To the. Point where, 1x, I uninstalled it; only to re-install it because it aggravated me so, not having it. Which was ANOTHER learning experience for me, that I get no credit for.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.