The Spy Who Loved Me to Death

Not my ex.

But it coulda been.

My father f’d up.

He just didn’t know how to give. Too poor as a child.

Didn’t know how to give me away to the man of my dreams when I met him.

So on the Tower unit I sang for him–my ex.

I stood in the back hall where everybody could hear me and the camera was on me–all 170 pounds:

“For your eyes only

Only for you…”

I realized afterwards that he probably hated me for it (170 pounds.)

Well, here I am RIGHT NOW at 175 pounds. I have lost all the drawings. I gave the tablet to my son. I think it is worth a million. Apply to him if you are interested in acquiring it. There are hundreds of drawings of family, incidents and aliens and the like. His name is Ian Mackintosh. Find him as you are able.

I look so different. That wart/mole was causing fluid to build up in my face. All my life. The major change is finally taking place and I look very different from how I used to. It will continue if I live.

I can’t see to type or read without my reading glasses. I don’t wear them otherwise.

That’s it for now.