Please allow me to introduce myself...

My hero. Me. He looks a long way down the hall. A woman asked  me, “Why do you have no friends?” She meant it to sting.

She’s right. I have no friends. I’m the only one I’ve found who survived. In recent years I’ve looked them all up, the ones who were supposed to save us from inside the system. They all sold out, most with no idea they’d done so.

Talked to a lot of them. Never the top man but one, the one I’d have bet on. His picture at retirement told me everything. He was a Dunnfer. Wound up playing for a side he never thought he would. For money,  power, and cocktail parties. Only I happen to know he never cared for cocktail parties.

Why I’m so pleased with myself. I never had to exchange my integrity for career gain. Period. Forty years of temptation. No such trades.

I’m poor as a church mouse. But the mouse and I are both alive. And I am a pretty old man with nobody I’m ashamed to tell my story to. 

Halleluiah.