Whoa! Didja get the numbers off that truck?!?


September 28, 2001 - 11:04 p.m.

Boing!

We sprung Son1 from the psych pokey today. You should have seen the smile on his face when he smelled the fresh air. No sunshine today, but he didnít mind. He goes back next week for outpatient treatment; heíll be in sessions from 9 to 3.

It was so strange to see him in that hospital environment. His entire life for that week was confined to a ward less than 100 yards long, with three other kids having the twisted desire to end it all in common. They shared their little adventure together, with a common goal: getting out.

The girl who swallowed 40 Tylenol and about 50 ibuprofen was closest to the brink. Her parents went out yesterday and bought her a purple Saturn. I guess if you donít succeed, you get a car. Don Pardo, tell her what sheís won!

This week was Interview Week. All those lures Iíve been casting for the past month finally bore fruit. I look damn good in that Sincere Suit too.

When I was driving home on the day they told me not to come back I was seriously questioning the career choice I had made 15 years ago. I wondered if maybe it was time to change directions and stop pretending to be an engineer. So my career search has been just that: changing direction. Iím interviewing for things Iíve never done before and the people Iíve talked to donít seem to mind.

The day you stop learning is the day you start to die.

In my humble opinion.







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