Dear Kelly,
Thank you for contacting Michele and recommending my submission. (Ed.: As a publicist I belong to a service that lists reporters/author's queries. I read one by an author who is seeking non-fiction essays from female prisoners for a book, so I recommended Sarah. They have gotten together and the wheels are in motion.) That you saw it and thought of me and that she had wanted a submission from a convicted prisoner is synchronicity to me. Tonight I am vividly reminded of the intricacies of the Universe as my mother sent me a copy of the nine four-leaf clovers I found on the night before I escaped. I think about how many signs I misinterpreted along the way, or missed all together until it was too late. Often, too often, I got the message, and then talked myself out of it, trying to be rational. Fooey. No more.
I will write a story this week. And I have another one already written that needs to be edited. After I wrote it I reread it and it even moved me in a tangible way. I inhaled sharply and felt the pang of hormone surge into my bloodstream. I think it is a worthy story when you can inspire yourself. :-)
OMG. Total nutsy guy in the laundry mat. You ARE a magnet. Do you carry pepper spray or anything with you? Obviously he lives nearby or knows you frequent the mat. I can see how your background makes you really empathetic towards mentally unstable people. Moths to a flame...
OOOH! That reminds me! I am hooked on listening to the Moth Radio Hour each week and this week afterwards I saw down to write , and I find that i can write in a very vivid, storytelling way. It is great fuel for my creative-writing artist self. Besides, they make me laugh in a way that is healing. I want to buy a really funny book. There are only two really funny books I've ever read. One is by a zine writer with no more material. The other is Augusten Burroughs, Running With Scissors. Fucking pee-on-myself-funny I liked the David Sedaris essays you have sent. I've wondered if I should invest in a book of his. Also, Saturday, there was a Moth story by one of the guys there...Dan something. He wrote two books, Rock On and Loser Goes First. He was quite hilarious on stage. I wonder if you'd read his material? Any suggestions?
You said, "What happens on the internet, stays on the internet.". Well for one, I wonder if it is legal for them to not hire you because you have a public life that is less-than-virtuous. That certainly has no bearing on whether you can perform your job duties. And two--as always I adored your rant. So much fun. I am thinking about writing one for myself as an anger mgmt. exercise. I have been dealing with great anger these past two days towards my ex-boyfriend. Just when I think I have forgiven him for setting me up to be convicted for his murders, I have a resurgence of visions of screaming fits and throwing hard objects at his big, fat, bald head. And it disturbs me, because I cannot express my anger in here, really. I could, but they'd probably use it against me to keep me confined longer. Like, see? She's a nut. A danger to herself and others. Fucking bastards. You get sentenced to life in prisonm for something you didn't do an then stay locked in your bathroom for two years and see how motherfucking happy you'd be about it.
Wed.--Well, I was rereading over the instructions for the short stories and I don't know if I have met the criteria. There is a direction that it be a story about one moment. . Well, I wrote a story today, just this afternoon, I wrote one last night, and have a third in mind to write, as submitting for three categories gets me a better chance of being selected. But all the stories end with one moment, as a punch, but are set up by 3/4 of the essay. LIke I don't have a story that occurs in one hour or in a single place, like the essay you sent about the prison librarian. One I wrote is about my relationship with a pet ladybug who helps save my sanity over three months, but the ultimate emotional moment occurs in the last three paragraphs. Then, one about my first boyfriend. It telsl the beginning, middle and end. And a punch end moment. Then a story about my identity while out, ending with the night I was arrested. The other issue is that the whole point to the stories is that they be universal and the reader doesn't know who the writer is until the back of the book, to challenge their stereotypes, prejudices, etc. Two of mine revolve around prison escape, so obviously the reader would know I was a convicted prisoner if th story was set in prison. So I wrote/rewrote to obscure my identity. Like the one on identity, I make it seem like I am maybe a refugee, or a political prisoner, a prisoner of war or race in a country where the majority has swtiched power. It does not at all sound like AMW. The one set in solitary, I make it sound like I am either a nun or sutdent in a strict reform school. That way the reader can identify with the content, not the role. Or if they do identify with teh fole, they wil be surprised to see that a convicted prisoner shares the same experience.
All three are in first draft form (one unwritten, but I've spoken the story out loud 5 times already.) I know the deadline is 21 Nov, so I'm making it a priority to have them done in enough time for her to tell me if I need to fix them. This has been fun writing on demand. I see that if I have confidence, I write more smoothly. Often, I put so much stock in the quality that I can't get quantity out.
The fact that you have the opinion that I could contribute a publish-worthysotry is very encouraging. You are such a good, fun, concise writer, able to say things vividly and always laced with sarcasm and cynicsm that capture your unique persona and style. So I take this faith as a good compliment. Also, I look forward to getting GOOD PR instead of all that nasty shit people put on the news/internet. A guy from Belgium wrote me last night and was like WTF? about the contradictory things on the net about me. I had created an art piece for his project and he was surprised what he found on a search. I look forward to more people seeing me for me and not the bullshit propaganda out there. Thank you for helping make that happen!
Thanks for the info. on Pollack. I get the context now. It's funny how a message can take on a WHOLE NEW meaning in a different context. Context is decisive.
And yeah, fuck Amir! Or rather, let Amir fuck substandard women. GOOD FOR YOU! I declare that you Rock!
Take care and I'll write again soon!
--Sarah
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Letters from the Inside, Sarah Pender, #46
Dear Kelly,
I just wrote you a page and a half and it was outlining my ideas for a YouTube video and I was like, hey, I want to keep this and send it to someone who might make this for me. Sweet. I have lots of ideas and no one yet to implement them. They will come along. I have faith in the perfect timing of the Universe...
I have spent all week entrenched in research and writing civil law arguments to build a case against them continuing to segregrate me. It has simply become ridiculous. Plus, I surprisingly have a good case. I hope I don't actually have to file it though. I want them to get over it--it's been over two years nad people have done way worse and served way less time.
Lots of focus on my creative writing. It's amazing what a little guidance will do. Oh, and today I found an old book from the 1970s, an anthology of great essayists. Virginia Woolf, EB White, George Orwell, James Baldwin, etc. Some of which I have read, but only as maybe part of an American literature class years ago. What I like about reading great writers is that their sentences are so well crafted that they inspire fountains of ideas in me. Daily, I write at least one hour, sometimes two or three, just on developing my skills. I don't think too hard about it, just write what comes naturally. I want it to be my own mind, not an imitation of someone else's. I got the coolest envelope from you today. You have such fun stationary. I tried making the stupid boat, but there's a leap of logic in the directions and after two tries, I thought, FUCK IT. Stupid Chinese directions.
"He thinks it is the Amir Show but it's not." Yes, I get it. I guess there are some poeple so afraid of missing out on something more or better that they throw away the most valuable items. Or people. And I don't blame you for not wanting to be part of his harem, I only wish it weren't so painful for you to still be his friend. Recently, an ex-girlfriend wrote me. We had a unique relationship where she adored me and always treated me the best, with the most respect, time, attn., etc. but could not stop playing around. Instead of being a girlfriend who got cheated on we were best friends who sometimes had sex. Then it was on my terms and it was more like I was using her for sex, not her being a horny player. Maybe it makes no real difference, but it sure made me feel better. Now she's like, "oh baby. I can't believe how blind I was. It was always you. I love you forever, to pieces, etc." Bittersweet.
Isn't it so much easier to find anagrams for the past or what it known, rather than the future? It reminds me of the Bible Code.
I like the artist stamps you use. One of the artists is Jackson Pollack. What is significant about his character? Was he a nutcase or something?
Tomorrow is Saturday!
You should write a blog: An Ode to Saturday.
I was thinking of getting a copy of James Joyce's Ulysses, as I have come across its name 3 times in one week--touted as one of the best novels of the 20th century. In the meantime, I'm suing the essays as a learning tool, and as a practice exercise. I'm going to flip through my latest issues of National Geographic and describe the photos, or write a story about one. I have to keep creative with limited resources. I am grateful for an almost unlimited amount of time. That's the one advantage of solitary confinement. Time to learn and grow. I sent a legal packet to Kye to show her atty friend--basic legal grounds to petition to overturn my convictions and the first thing she said after readin the cover page, "Wow. This girl could be a lawyer." Sweet.
Your gourmet dinner sounds good, but I don't know what some of it is. What is Yerba Mate? I wonder if any of the local colleges offer the same thing from their culinary courses. I know the high school down the road does. Every afternoon it's open for dining--so people pay a reduced price to eat the food the culinary students practice on.
To me, it seems that you read, write, watch TV and go so many places, that you have unlimited time too. No wonder you don't want a 9-5 job.
I liked your blog about Mini's barking and the person who said you were a jerk obviously either never had a dog in an apt. bldg. or didn't really read what you wrote. Posh on him. Only men call women jerks.
I think.
I like your pet-friendly landlord.
People use the shield of anonymity to express the inner bully they can't in real life because they'd get their asses handed to them.
My opinion---DRIFT is what you experience when you are unempowered, unable to deal powerfully with people or situations that don't work, and instead let bullshit run your life, not the Universe. The Universe sends you clues and signs to direct yourself, it's up to you to steer. Otherwise, your rudder is flopping in a river of other people's chaos. You have no direction because you TAKE no direction. You idle in indecisiveness. Pick a direction. Picking a direction is a CHOICE, not a DECISION. It's not set in stone and signed in blood. Even wrong directions: 1) terach you what you DON'T want. 2) get you moving, and 3) are better than being caughtin an eternal eddy.
HOw do you sign up to get Advanced Readers Copies of books? And how do you win so many tickets to events? Are you always signing up for stuff online? Through what? Do you Google your interests and they happen to have contests or drawings?
How was your mammogram experience? That is definitely a blogworthy experience. Any medical experience usually is. I had a colposcopy & biopsy last week and I laughed so hard up til he ripped out a hunk of tissue. Laying naked from the waist down, with a paper sheet obscuring all but the fuzzy remains of a young mane bobbing up an ddown as a disembodied voice spoke, directing me to open wider, I tenses. Then I was magically transformed from a frightened gyno patient into a Mustang GTO. As he pedaled the hydraulics, I rose up for my oil change and a little diagnostics. He greased me up, expertly weilded shiny metal tools, and plugged my leak with a bit of silver nitrate, and sent me on my way with a follow-up appt. How about that dye scan?
I like Amir. He's funny.
"Your Taliban rules." ha ha. I was going to say that he's luck you don't make him use a dental dam, but I'm not sure if that would indicate that you were infected when the real message would be that he's such a slut that you would need protection FROM HIM and his oral cooties. But you kiss him, so that won't work. I've never seen a dental dam, but when I get out, I want to pick up some chick for a one nighter and pull it out to use on her, just to see her reactoin and have the experience.
I was thinking about your experience with Richard Rubenstein. and here's my insight: you say he's sleazy and unethical. If so, then he expects other people to be douchebags too. Perhaps when he said that you would have to ditch your clients and weasel out of your contracts, and you said OK, he chose not t hire you thinking you were prone to not keeping your word (contracts). And if so, he would invest time and money into positioning you, only for you to ditch him when a better deal came along. And I would NOT poke the evil beast. Pick your battles. How is that awful case with your ex going? Any progress?
I did hear about the ring of Soviet spies in the US that were here for years, using old school technology to collect information that was pretty much public knowledge for people who wanted it. It appeared that they were relics from a Soviet era. You wrote, "I'm just a sociopath magnet." Carl Jung talks about how the parts of us within our minds/souls/character that we don't acknowledge and make space for will then manifest in reality in the people we seek out, consciously or subconsciously, if you cannot accept the duality inside, it wil rip in two--inside and outside, because it must exist. I know that you readily acknowledge your mental instabilities, so mabye it is that you see the "sociopath" in others na dhave more compassion for them so you let them stick around longer. Or tha tyou see it, but at first refuse to acknowledge it and run the other way because you secretly seek self-destruction.
There's my psychobabble for today. That'll be $50, thank you.
I agree that most of the damage done in terms of emotional, verbal, mental abuse and the cheats and swindlers--they are the free, the "successful", the wealthy who are protected by money and fear and upper class culture. But there's just as many that deserve a few yeas to sit and ponder.
I love that your life is so public in different outlets. It's fun, huh?
Your experience with the celebs at the US Open shows how human (and inhumane) they can be. From my few experiences with men who own successful businesses, they are as wacky as the rest of us. Needy, clingy, medicated, cheaters, egotistical, drug addicts, control freaks---not all at once, just in general, have issues like anyone else. They are somehow more entitled to their issues. THINK: Mel Gibson.
My friend smoked pot with Rob Thomas once. She didn't know who he was until after the experience. That's what makes it great.
I didn't recognize most of the names of the glitterati from the Open. I recognized 9 of 23. To some, I'm sure being anonymous would be a gift. To others, an insult. Depends on their ego state. When I got ot visits, people say, "Is that Sarah Pender?" or when they come to lock, "I've heard about you." Mostly I want people to know the media distorts everything. That what I did, however I want to justify it, was illegal and NOT a good idea, and that people should fight for what they believe in, but not at the expense of their relationships. I'd never escape again because 1) I believe I'm getting out in a few years and 2) I'd never voluntarily leave my family and friends again to gain a little liberty. It's not worth it.
Okay, my butt is numb. Time for bed. As always, I enjoy your letters. You are as fun and interesting as your stationary!
PEACE,
Sarah
I just wrote you a page and a half and it was outlining my ideas for a YouTube video and I was like, hey, I want to keep this and send it to someone who might make this for me. Sweet. I have lots of ideas and no one yet to implement them. They will come along. I have faith in the perfect timing of the Universe...
I have spent all week entrenched in research and writing civil law arguments to build a case against them continuing to segregrate me. It has simply become ridiculous. Plus, I surprisingly have a good case. I hope I don't actually have to file it though. I want them to get over it--it's been over two years nad people have done way worse and served way less time.
Lots of focus on my creative writing. It's amazing what a little guidance will do. Oh, and today I found an old book from the 1970s, an anthology of great essayists. Virginia Woolf, EB White, George Orwell, James Baldwin, etc. Some of which I have read, but only as maybe part of an American literature class years ago. What I like about reading great writers is that their sentences are so well crafted that they inspire fountains of ideas in me. Daily, I write at least one hour, sometimes two or three, just on developing my skills. I don't think too hard about it, just write what comes naturally. I want it to be my own mind, not an imitation of someone else's. I got the coolest envelope from you today. You have such fun stationary. I tried making the stupid boat, but there's a leap of logic in the directions and after two tries, I thought, FUCK IT. Stupid Chinese directions.
"He thinks it is the Amir Show but it's not." Yes, I get it. I guess there are some poeple so afraid of missing out on something more or better that they throw away the most valuable items. Or people. And I don't blame you for not wanting to be part of his harem, I only wish it weren't so painful for you to still be his friend. Recently, an ex-girlfriend wrote me. We had a unique relationship where she adored me and always treated me the best, with the most respect, time, attn., etc. but could not stop playing around. Instead of being a girlfriend who got cheated on we were best friends who sometimes had sex. Then it was on my terms and it was more like I was using her for sex, not her being a horny player. Maybe it makes no real difference, but it sure made me feel better. Now she's like, "oh baby. I can't believe how blind I was. It was always you. I love you forever, to pieces, etc." Bittersweet.
Isn't it so much easier to find anagrams for the past or what it known, rather than the future? It reminds me of the Bible Code.
I like the artist stamps you use. One of the artists is Jackson Pollack. What is significant about his character? Was he a nutcase or something?
Tomorrow is Saturday!
You should write a blog: An Ode to Saturday.
I was thinking of getting a copy of James Joyce's Ulysses, as I have come across its name 3 times in one week--touted as one of the best novels of the 20th century. In the meantime, I'm suing the essays as a learning tool, and as a practice exercise. I'm going to flip through my latest issues of National Geographic and describe the photos, or write a story about one. I have to keep creative with limited resources. I am grateful for an almost unlimited amount of time. That's the one advantage of solitary confinement. Time to learn and grow. I sent a legal packet to Kye to show her atty friend--basic legal grounds to petition to overturn my convictions and the first thing she said after readin the cover page, "Wow. This girl could be a lawyer." Sweet.
Your gourmet dinner sounds good, but I don't know what some of it is. What is Yerba Mate? I wonder if any of the local colleges offer the same thing from their culinary courses. I know the high school down the road does. Every afternoon it's open for dining--so people pay a reduced price to eat the food the culinary students practice on.
To me, it seems that you read, write, watch TV and go so many places, that you have unlimited time too. No wonder you don't want a 9-5 job.
I liked your blog about Mini's barking and the person who said you were a jerk obviously either never had a dog in an apt. bldg. or didn't really read what you wrote. Posh on him. Only men call women jerks.
I think.
I like your pet-friendly landlord.
People use the shield of anonymity to express the inner bully they can't in real life because they'd get their asses handed to them.
My opinion---DRIFT is what you experience when you are unempowered, unable to deal powerfully with people or situations that don't work, and instead let bullshit run your life, not the Universe. The Universe sends you clues and signs to direct yourself, it's up to you to steer. Otherwise, your rudder is flopping in a river of other people's chaos. You have no direction because you TAKE no direction. You idle in indecisiveness. Pick a direction. Picking a direction is a CHOICE, not a DECISION. It's not set in stone and signed in blood. Even wrong directions: 1) terach you what you DON'T want. 2) get you moving, and 3) are better than being caughtin an eternal eddy.
HOw do you sign up to get Advanced Readers Copies of books? And how do you win so many tickets to events? Are you always signing up for stuff online? Through what? Do you Google your interests and they happen to have contests or drawings?
How was your mammogram experience? That is definitely a blogworthy experience. Any medical experience usually is. I had a colposcopy & biopsy last week and I laughed so hard up til he ripped out a hunk of tissue. Laying naked from the waist down, with a paper sheet obscuring all but the fuzzy remains of a young mane bobbing up an ddown as a disembodied voice spoke, directing me to open wider, I tenses. Then I was magically transformed from a frightened gyno patient into a Mustang GTO. As he pedaled the hydraulics, I rose up for my oil change and a little diagnostics. He greased me up, expertly weilded shiny metal tools, and plugged my leak with a bit of silver nitrate, and sent me on my way with a follow-up appt. How about that dye scan?
I like Amir. He's funny.
"Your Taliban rules." ha ha. I was going to say that he's luck you don't make him use a dental dam, but I'm not sure if that would indicate that you were infected when the real message would be that he's such a slut that you would need protection FROM HIM and his oral cooties. But you kiss him, so that won't work. I've never seen a dental dam, but when I get out, I want to pick up some chick for a one nighter and pull it out to use on her, just to see her reactoin and have the experience.
I was thinking about your experience with Richard Rubenstein. and here's my insight: you say he's sleazy and unethical. If so, then he expects other people to be douchebags too. Perhaps when he said that you would have to ditch your clients and weasel out of your contracts, and you said OK, he chose not t hire you thinking you were prone to not keeping your word (contracts). And if so, he would invest time and money into positioning you, only for you to ditch him when a better deal came along. And I would NOT poke the evil beast. Pick your battles. How is that awful case with your ex going? Any progress?
I did hear about the ring of Soviet spies in the US that were here for years, using old school technology to collect information that was pretty much public knowledge for people who wanted it. It appeared that they were relics from a Soviet era. You wrote, "I'm just a sociopath magnet." Carl Jung talks about how the parts of us within our minds/souls/character that we don't acknowledge and make space for will then manifest in reality in the people we seek out, consciously or subconsciously, if you cannot accept the duality inside, it wil rip in two--inside and outside, because it must exist. I know that you readily acknowledge your mental instabilities, so mabye it is that you see the "sociopath" in others na dhave more compassion for them so you let them stick around longer. Or tha tyou see it, but at first refuse to acknowledge it and run the other way because you secretly seek self-destruction.
There's my psychobabble for today. That'll be $50, thank you.
I agree that most of the damage done in terms of emotional, verbal, mental abuse and the cheats and swindlers--they are the free, the "successful", the wealthy who are protected by money and fear and upper class culture. But there's just as many that deserve a few yeas to sit and ponder.
I love that your life is so public in different outlets. It's fun, huh?
Your experience with the celebs at the US Open shows how human (and inhumane) they can be. From my few experiences with men who own successful businesses, they are as wacky as the rest of us. Needy, clingy, medicated, cheaters, egotistical, drug addicts, control freaks---not all at once, just in general, have issues like anyone else. They are somehow more entitled to their issues. THINK: Mel Gibson.
My friend smoked pot with Rob Thomas once. She didn't know who he was until after the experience. That's what makes it great.
I didn't recognize most of the names of the glitterati from the Open. I recognized 9 of 23. To some, I'm sure being anonymous would be a gift. To others, an insult. Depends on their ego state. When I got ot visits, people say, "Is that Sarah Pender?" or when they come to lock, "I've heard about you." Mostly I want people to know the media distorts everything. That what I did, however I want to justify it, was illegal and NOT a good idea, and that people should fight for what they believe in, but not at the expense of their relationships. I'd never escape again because 1) I believe I'm getting out in a few years and 2) I'd never voluntarily leave my family and friends again to gain a little liberty. It's not worth it.
Okay, my butt is numb. Time for bed. As always, I enjoy your letters. You are as fun and interesting as your stationary!
PEACE,
Sarah
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Letters from the Inside, Michael Swango, #98
Dear Kelly---
[Ed.: I am omitting a page and a half of TV show commentary.]
> OK: Here is a movie that you simply must put on your NETFLIX list, for multiple reasons that are no doubt obvious, and discuss:
THE YOUNG POISONER'S HANDBOOK
"Gleefully gruesome British black comedy about a psychopathic teen who decides to become the greatest poisoner the world has ever seen, using his clueless family as guinea pigs. Deliciously mean-spirited film based on a true story! It is not for the squeamish. WOW!
Does this not totally pique your interest? One hardly knows where to begin. Besides your discussion & analysis of the film, you must find out what true story it is based on.
Then you can post the description, your review/analysis/AND the "true story"- all online so more people can see what sounds like a most interesting film! Or maybe a complete disaster...we won't know until you see it!
> I know you're not an obsessed fashionista, but I could not help but think of you wihile watching The September Issue. With all the crazy NY characters & settings, and OMG! some of the Dachau-esque models...I could imagine your running commentary.
Please send me the New Yorker story about the sociopathic doctor from New Zealand that murdered using meds.
Were you clearly not so certain about proceeding, I would tell you to make it go away. Life is too short. However, since that is not the case... Know that it is a marathon, which can be extended virtually at will by either side almost indefinitely. You cannot let it control your life and psyche. And I can only imagine the crowded dockets of New York City/State courts. I'm assuming this is a state litigation & not federal? So I am sure delays, postponements, etc. are par for the course.
So you are [apparently] the Plantiff from what I can garner from your short vague comments. Are you allowed to say simply what the course of action is without mentioning names or details, of course?
Is it possible that he [Ed.: John] is representing himself simply to make the entire process as awful and as miserable as possible for you? To somehow keep you in his life, however bizarre and twisted that may seem to your relatively normal brain. With that in mind, this deposition you say is scheduled for November, (but will no doubt be postponed until after the holidays) sound highly stressful. A Sociopath questioning you, virtually unfettered, face-to-face, under oath??
That story about your months of interviewing with that PR firm was hard to read. Some of the people you have to deal with are so utterly sleazy and disgusting---and believe me, you describe them perfectly in your letters. This guy not only sounds like a loser with power, but one with mean & vicious streak...Good for Amir for standing up for you. And people wonder why workplace violence is so prevalent...
[Ed.: I'm omitting the end because it was about tv shows. Also, I am not doing his compulsive underlining, but suffice it to say, he continues doing it.]
[Ed.: I am omitting a page and a half of TV show commentary.]
> OK: Here is a movie that you simply must put on your NETFLIX list, for multiple reasons that are no doubt obvious, and discuss:
THE YOUNG POISONER'S HANDBOOK
"Gleefully gruesome British black comedy about a psychopathic teen who decides to become the greatest poisoner the world has ever seen, using his clueless family as guinea pigs. Deliciously mean-spirited film based on a true story! It is not for the squeamish. WOW!
Does this not totally pique your interest? One hardly knows where to begin. Besides your discussion & analysis of the film, you must find out what true story it is based on.
Then you can post the description, your review/analysis/AND the "true story"- all online so more people can see what sounds like a most interesting film! Or maybe a complete disaster...we won't know until you see it!
> I know you're not an obsessed fashionista, but I could not help but think of you wihile watching The September Issue. With all the crazy NY characters & settings, and OMG! some of the Dachau-esque models...I could imagine your running commentary.
Please send me the New Yorker story about the sociopathic doctor from New Zealand that murdered using meds.
Were you clearly not so certain about proceeding, I would tell you to make it go away. Life is too short. However, since that is not the case... Know that it is a marathon, which can be extended virtually at will by either side almost indefinitely. You cannot let it control your life and psyche. And I can only imagine the crowded dockets of New York City/State courts. I'm assuming this is a state litigation & not federal? So I am sure delays, postponements, etc. are par for the course.
So you are [apparently] the Plantiff from what I can garner from your short vague comments. Are you allowed to say simply what the course of action is without mentioning names or details, of course?
Is it possible that he [Ed.: John] is representing himself simply to make the entire process as awful and as miserable as possible for you? To somehow keep you in his life, however bizarre and twisted that may seem to your relatively normal brain. With that in mind, this deposition you say is scheduled for November, (but will no doubt be postponed until after the holidays) sound highly stressful. A Sociopath questioning you, virtually unfettered, face-to-face, under oath??
That story about your months of interviewing with that PR firm was hard to read. Some of the people you have to deal with are so utterly sleazy and disgusting---and believe me, you describe them perfectly in your letters. This guy not only sounds like a loser with power, but one with mean & vicious streak...Good for Amir for standing up for you. And people wonder why workplace violence is so prevalent...
[Ed.: I'm omitting the end because it was about tv shows. Also, I am not doing his compulsive underlining, but suffice it to say, he continues doing it.]
