...my whole being. Gary helped me by increasing my suffering, testing my strength, my flexibility, my mindfulness. I shaved my head, then I let it grow to my shoulders.
    I achieved peace, clarity, freedom.
    That’s when time started to do me, instead of me doing it. At least when I was suffering, there was a fire to it, a passion, and I could feel every minute of my life burning away like a sizzling fuse wrapped around my knuckles. As I learned to accept the suffering, I opened my fist and dropped that fuse. The fuse didn’t matter. It was on the floor somewhere, I don’t know. I’d blink, and a month had gone by, because I was at peace with the big ball of suffering I was dribbling down the court, at peace with Gary’s lies and misdirections, at peace with the pee stains all over the rug. From the dog,...