Yes, I vaguely remember online receiving a message from Larry Kraiss of all people, as if I would care to be reminded of him. And it had something to do with his medical profession specialization, which is of no consequence to my life. So what about that? The letter did serve to remind me of some things that I had forgotten, and even so, what about that? I was still mostly blocked off at that time, so it was weird to hear that from irrelevant persons from the Chicago slums, given that anyway I had never discussed that with anyone. How would I know where they got their wrong information? And how would I ever go about fixing this problem? I might rather die first than have to talk about that with those weird guys.
And wasn't his friend Jim also a sad case, whose wife left him for another man, his career ended in complete failue and his familty trash? So when do I care what Jim thinks about anything? So what if Jim wants to bust my kneecaps? He is an idiot.
And, and didn't Larry attend medical school at ORU in Tulsa, where blithering idiot David lives, who also might be overdue for extensive brain surgery?
