After fighting forest fires, climbing mountains, teaching high school and falling off a roof, Murray figures it’s time to take a break.
Must be your lucky day. You’ve been invited to another one of those fundraisers to re-elect a local politico. The room is shoulder-to-shoulder solicitous BS and you know one more person than you did at the last one. What the heck — maybe this will be a great networking opportunity. A fellow walks up holding his third glass of Shiraz. You know the type — smiling too much, he introduces himself. Then comes the standard query:
“So, what do you do?”
“Me? Well, let’s see.” How do I answer that? I get up. Take my meds. Do some half-hearted range of motion stretches. Check my butt. Get dressed. Empty my piss bag. Take a dump and roll downtown to get some breakfas