Acupuncture allowed me to talk about myself for half an hour, which I liked. Fear of commitment / dependence, anxiety, depression, pain in my lower back, etcetera, were on the table. I relaxed on a fleece blanket covered recliner with needles in my ear lobes, wrists, knees, ankles and one between my eyes. Snow was falling heavy but silent outside in Copley square. My therapist practiced karate quietly in the next room. My qi swirled and rerouted, and I drifted off…
When I awoke I hugged my therapist and got on the train and got off in Central square. I ate a bowl called The Adventurer at Life Alive (roasted almonds, smoked tofu, melted cheddar cheese, broccoli crowns, chopped beets, dark greens, over short grain brown rice and nutty quinoa) and then called an ex-con and directed him to my home. We loaded my couch and other furniture into his white van. I paid cash money upfront and said I would call in about a month when I found a new place to live.


Hey there cash-money-vegetable. I hope that the couch find its way.