There was a time when I thought all the evil in the world was in Germany. Then we moved into a house that had a trapdoor leading down to a cellar that smelled like rats. When that trapdoor was open the dark rectangle appeared to be a grave. In my pubescent mind all my fears became focused down there. Being locked down there was ...

I don�t suppose it is good netiquette to put these fragments on my page but it is important as a landmark or should I say mindmark for me to cluster the hundred�s of mangled typed and hand written pages I have accumulated during the last couple of million miles as I cruised the superslab, but now I got a bad case of the metaphysical blues, that should read, "meta-fiscal blues". I got to make some money tonight so I can afford to keep this up. Please check back when you can, this is where i think the whole story begins, thank you for getting this far