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Hehe, yeah, I do tend to go on, don't I?

Where are we again? Oh yeah, spring of '98.

So, whilst I'm having my meltdown, now actually in Seattle, which is where I'd been aiming to start with (ended up in Leschi, actually, gorgeous view of Lake Washington), the love of my life breaks up with the guy she'd been with, and moves to a place just down the road.

She rejoins the workforce, and I become semi-live in daycare. That was pretty tortuous, as we were neither really together nor apart. But, I keep on trucking happy to get so much time with the boys, and glad of any time I get with her. This was sort of my initiation period to househusbandry.

Plus, I have my bros back at the cool bachelor pad in Leschi, and the...er, garden to keep me going when things get tough.

Well, they got tougher, of course. She moved back to Cali in '99. Thus begins a major period of creative productivity for me--I record about an album's worth of new songs in a few months, breaking what for me is very new creative ground. I'm still a bit surprised how versatile my little 4 track is.

I finish a few old short stories, and start on what would be an effing great novel if I ever get around to finishing it (I've even had a couple people who've only read the first chapter tell me I really need to shop it around for a film deal; it is far and away my best work).

I melt down a bit further, and now I'm on so freaking many meds I mostly just sleep. And a generous amount of tequila to that mix, and you get the observation zell made about holding my hiar that one night at satansmurf's.

I worked for a bit at persuing an A+ cert, but I just couldn't stay focused enough to have any clue what I was doing. Around then Social Security kicked in, making it possible for me to actually support myself, after a fashion.

By then, my love had moved back to WA again, though she was back with that dude she'd moved out no before. At least I got to see the boys again.

That was pretty much how things remained until September of '03, when the selfsame woman of my dreams and I got back together. We found a nice little place in Ruston, right by the entrance to the Point Defiance Zoo. We plan on remarrying, but have yet to set a date; we're trying to arrange it so we can go down to Medford, so her grandparents can be there.

My wife (I call her that most times as it's easier than explaining all of this) has taken up the bass, and my youngest son (he's 11 now) has a natural gift for the drums; I can play guitar pretty well by now, and have finally admitted I can sing pretty damn well also,plus my 14 year old is learning guitar--so we're gonna make us a band, man!

My daughter (egad, she's gonna be 20 next month!) is still in southern California, but she's got some funds saved up and is workign on making that more so she can move up here, at which point we'll have a new singer (or a second one, at least).

My other son (18 in 6 days) is living with his biological father in San Francisco, but plans on moving up here as well to attend college; it's gonna be a pretty full house.

And now, as Paul Harvey would say, you know the rest of the story.

(Wow, can't believe I left this out of part one, events that made my mother the loon she is today: By the time I was 5, I'd fractured my skull 5 times. During the time I was five, despite having all the immunizations, I managed to get mumps, measles, whooping cough, german measles, chicken pox and scarlet fever; all during the space of that one year. And since that was a lot to cram into a single year, I had chicken pox and scarlet fever at the same time, how efficient is that?

Oh, wait, maybe those were things that led to me being the loon I am today.

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Actually, that was the Listos version....

(damn my fingers are tired)

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