Silver Platter Refugees

One of my first repressed memories to emerge in my amnesia therapy sessions was CM, a Junior High Socialight who had grown bored with the trappings of her station and targeted me as her way out. It certainly worked. Last seen, she was a 16 year old, pregnant heroine addict. I amnae taking credit for that accomplishment, though. By the end of Junior High, she was running brass ovaries down streets my feral conditioning refused to enter. I waved good-bye at beginning of every single one of those adventures. Good luck with that. C u when eye c u, my tortured rich girl. There are quite allot of formally psychotheraputed members of what I have dubbed, "The Silver Platter Refugee (SPR) Puppet Show," running the gamut from Janes and Johns to philanthrapists. CM is somewhere in the middle of that spectrum.

Hubs is easily the star of The SPR Show. The drama we are currently playing out on his family investment property is the stage set for our curent act. I find myself with brain freeze in finding the next sentence for this psychopation as the psychosis springs from one cast member to the next in nonsequitir succession.

Quiet on the set. . . Sorting. . .