Subject: Bio #5
Omlor@aol.com
Date: Wed Oct 03 2001 - 06:02:21 GMT
Hey Rocky, watch me pull an autobiography out of my hat...
Again?
Nothin' up my sleeve....
I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am a most unpleasant man. I
think my liver is diseased. Then again, I don't know a thing about my
illness; I'm not even sure what hurts. I'm not being treated and never have
been, though I respect both medicine and doctors. Besides, I'm extremely
superstitious -- well at least enough to respect medicine. (I'm sufficiently
educated not to be superstitious; but I am anyway.) No, gentlemen, it's out
of spite that I don't wish to be treated. Now then, that's something you
probably won't understand. Well, I do. Of course, I won't really be able to
explain to you precisely who will be hurt by my spite in this case; I know
perfectly well that I can't possibly "get even" with doctors by refusing
their treament; I know better than anyone that all this is going to hurt me
alone, and no one else. Even so, if I refuse to be treated, it's out of
spite. My liver hurts? Good, let it hurt even more!
Woops, that's a miserable narrative. Gotta' find myself a happier hat.
Now here's something we hope you'll *really* like...
--John
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