This concludes the four-part mini series. Intervention, escape from rehab, turning to crime, the arrest. The moral of this story is – well, there is no moral to this story. Time for a half decaf, triple grande hazelnut, soy, extra foam, extra hot, caramel drizzle, latte at Starbucks. Maybe the arresting officers will drop me off there.
Following comments and speculations about my seemingly indiscriminate use of the color pink throughout the strip I decided to fess up. After all, Thinkering is about the truth about me. So: the cheapskates in management insisted I finish the 5-galon bucket of pink paint I purchased at HomeDepot last month. It seems, my friends, we’ll be in the pink for some time to come.