Always knew where I’d end up. On a grate in Philly. Alarmy? Hardly. Just don’t want her there with me. Just sitting here now. Been lashing myself and my wife for hours about ways and means of selling my writing. She has to take point on that charge because I’ve become a crippled recluse. How sad is that? Hubris exposed, overturned, humiliated. I predicted explicitly, long ago but exactly, what would become of us if worse came to worst. It has. In this new administration, we will lose everything. House, cars, freedom, togetherness. We — I — never believed we could gracefully fade away but hoped nonetheless. Just found out last month’s electric bill was $1,900. Good God Almighty. They (meaning Pat and daughter Marge, not aliens) keep things from me. I’m the genius, you see. He mustn’t know. She’s mad for my lacerating her at not finding a literary agent when the prevalence of Smartphones means nobody answers the phone ever. I’m mad at her... because I think it means she doesn’t beli...
