PD Odyssey

It is safe to say that my attempt at New Year's humor went down like a proverbial lead balloon ... a "flight of fancy" reminiscent of the Hindenburg ... that thankfully was merely a test flight with no flight crew and no passengers. The unsubscribe requests were fast, and a few were furious. What I found to be most odd were the responses of people who wanted to lecture me that “Parkinson’s disease is no laughing matter.” ...

This is a test of an emergency broadcast system. If this had been an actual emergency, you would have been instructed to place your head between your legs, and kiss your keister goodbye ...

I was trapped near the inner circle of thought. I knew that being apathetic was a pathetic way to be, but I didn't care. If there was any hope for escape, I had to think fast ... literally. If I didn’t get my thoughts racing faster and faster, I would never be able to achieve escape velocity. A panic attack might be my only way out ...

I’ve always wanted to be a writer. People say that I have a way with words, but most will argue that my way is demeaning to the words, not to mention an exercise in futility for both the reader and the writer. I am a word bender, perhaps the last of my kind. I bend and manipulate words not for any greater good, but often solely for my own pleasure. I am a legend in what is left of my own mind ...