Believe me: nobody is looking to me for an example. I’m that muthafuggin ghost in a wishing well. There is nothing left of me to see. Not even a pale memory. ::: ::: ::: PS: Not looking for any free pass excusing me from your (rightful) moral outrage; but I just realized (and posted hereabouts) last evening, that the man and wife who molested, tortured, beat me to unconsciousness, and nigh murdered me, when I was nine, were very likely Gerald & Charlene Gallegos, which has shaken me a bit, partially in considering that this connection of those crazies to reality eluded me all this time, and very significantly causing me to wonder whether and to what degree I am inadvertently responsible for the deaths of everyone they ended up murdering, as well as the misery of all the children they most certainly tortured. There were children there who I was told to not talk to, and who did not talk to me. I thought it was their family. So, yeah, padon my lack of tact.