to forget about life for awhile,” as that oldBilly Joel song once said, but the scotch couldn’t anesthetize his painand provide a retreat from the reality of his latest failures.

One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture; A pale blue eye with a film over it.

I started to drink heavily, comfortably caught in the tentacle-like clutches of alcohol.

But that doesn’t mean clairvoyance isn’t real.

We did a Tarotcard reading. She told me different things, most of them depressing andworth forgetting. But what I’ll always remember is her prediction of mydeath, and how I’d become a kind of ghost, ‘wandering’...

He didn’t like the idea of leaving unfinished business behind. He had wanted definite answers about the heart attacks to be able to turn the page on who or what caused so many of his...