Tasering

Around 2009 on the Gulf Coast of Florida in the pristine shores of the Tampa Bay Area

I got tasered inside the front door of my lovely four-story split level home.

In a panic I had just thrown coffee at him. I was afraid that something terrible was going to happen. There was a party going on down in the tile-floored family room with 4 or 5 young men and one young woman. I was laying down upstairs in the guest room, had been doing that a lot.

I made the coffee deliberately as a weapon. I admit it. I was very scared and angry. I had heard my husband say that he was going to let our “friends’s” daughter throw a party in the home while I was laying upstairs sick.

Anyway, with one thing and another everyone got into a lot of trouble that leads to today, which has been the subject of much blogging.

For me, it’s the tasering. It’s like there is a black knot in the middle of my brain that stops things from passing through it, with thick tendrils passing off of it into the rest of my brain. I can’t remember anything in sequence past or across that time.

It’s like the denouement of the bizarre condition that I was in when we moved from here to California just after we wed. Back then, it was all light. Now it’s all darkness. Like tar.