Truth Hides

Back once again (at last)

I was in the supermarket today, and the first thing I saw was a pile of pizzas for LESS THAN HALF PRICE!!! Simultaneously, I had two thoughts:

That must be actually true. They couldn’t get away with it otherwise.Or have they just gone for such a brazen lie that I’m going to think, That must be actually true. They couldn’t get away with it otherwise?

Then I thought, I doubt Goebbels runs the marketing here; let’s just buy a pizza.

[ That’ll take ten minutes to heat up. Check out the Apoplexy Newsletter while you wait. ]

My book Stroke opens with an Author’s Note more or less along the following lines:

Many of us stroke survivors find our way to narratives that make some sort of sense of our experiences and losses. I’ve tried my best to tell my story accurately in a way that makes sense to me. Some names and identifying characteristics have been changed and a composite character or two appears. Throughout most of this story, my brain is broken, and I hope you’ll make allowances for that.

I know, I should have had a career in politics. Here’s Big Treeza telling the poetic truth –