Gust Peneenis

Never mind his name. He knows it warrants a chuckle. For the past eighteen and then some years, he has been my therapist and confidante. He has helped me ride the sick pony that is my self-confidence through the desert of my self-pity towards the seemingly always receding horizon of not wanting to drink myself to death. He has certainly slowed the inevitible, and for that I owe him greatly.This morning at my sept-weekly (fine. Daily.) appointment, I broke the news that I had been excised from what was to be my comeback film... he did not take it well. I spent most of the session consoling him.