I knew Nancy Wride would never come back to interact with us idiots on the regular Patch boards.
She's off helping hopeless druggies birth the delusion that they might once again be normal like the rest of us. Sheesh, talk about futility.
And why would they even want to be like the rest of us, anyway?? Most of us are papered-over with the thinnest of veneers, model thises and thats, but all kind of crazy underneath.
Oh, well, like Gandhi may have said, "It's a living."
And what isn't, 'til it isn't?