I remember the guy at the bar I picked up, who called me "delusional" and then a few moments later said that he was ATF just so he could get into my pants (but obviously failed to provide any ID).

I told him to leave the passenger seat of my car because he was not a good "test."

Was I more scared than angry? NO.

In the early days, it seemed I was fueling up on sheer wild crazed anger. At all the mess my life had become. 9. iooo.