Please pardon the roughness of this entry. This isn't a pretty time. Last night was one of the scariest ever experienced by my family and countless others in the Southeastern United States. All I want to do right now is to cry and scream at the top of my fucking lungs. Powerlessness blows.

Below is a cut & paste of the email sent with the past hour to family and Big Room friends...

Please forgive the mass email. I'd wanted to call, but all long distance circuits have been nuts since last night's tornado fest. I can't even call long-distance in-state. Anyway, we're all okay. There was much nearby damage along the eastern border of Fulton County and into Sharp County, in the cities of Ash Flat and Highland. Pat was on-call last night (he's certified for basic firefighting and emergency response now). We listened to the tri- county 911 radio traffic as nature unleashed her fury. Orson Welles' "War of the Worlds" paled in comparison

Just got home from running errands in Salem, AR and Thayer, MO. The storms affected everyone we encountered in significant personal ways in addition to the overall regional shell-shock. Not much for words right now, sorry. Anyway, Pat, the boys, all the critters and I are safe and sound.

Highland is now under National Guard protection. My family has several friends in Highland, Cherokee Village, Ash Flat and Hardy. We have no idea how any of them are. The death toll for Arkansas currently stands at 13.

Please understand if I'm not as visibly active online for the next few days. Those who need to find me- and know where/how- are more than welcome to do so. Otherwise, I'm not inclined to be cordial with strangers until I've had time to process this tragedy. Thanks for your understanding. Namaste'

Apologies to any innocent bystanders who were taken aback by the replies section of the "100 Questions" entry. My handling of the situation was not a "reaction," but a prelude to an action. I make no bones about who or what I am, nor am I here to be any random element's punching bag because they don't like "fugi facet X". Screw the trolls. Screw the haters. Screw the stalkers. And mostly, screw anyone who's got some sick little notions of going after me or mine. It will not happen here on Multiply. Period.

"Okay, Chris. We got that part. So, the rest of your point is...?"

Maybe a few insights are in order as to what makes me tick. Borrow what you need and leave the rest. Namaste'

"Umm, okay Chris. But what's with the lists?"

Oh, it's just a little sump'n-sump'n I find beneficial to do every once in a while. There are numerous variations on this format. It's just one more way for this Dopeless Enigmaniac to maintain a realistic perspective. Any elaboration beyond that would probably have to fall under "Vegas Rules," quid pro quo. ;oD

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- d i r e c t o r y -

This addict's gotta cope
with this world without dope -
and man, what a mess it can be.
Life on life's terms
is a rank can of worms
when struggling to live it drug-free.

It's still easier to stay clean
than it is just to get clean,
but I didn't sign up for this shit...
On our way to the store
my family of four
got a double rear-ended hit.

WHAM-BAM-SCREEEEE!!!
Blue flash - God help me!
Can't tell the brake from the gas.
Roof and head meet,
thrown down into the seat
on a spine that's already trashed.

Herniated discs
was last month's Dx
from a nightmarish MRI.
Now the pain is so bad
and I'm so fucking mad
'cause if I use I may as well die.

It's hard to get grateful
when thrown such a platefull
of misery no one deserves.
Faith can't hold a candle
to this pain I can't handle
from emotions and physical nerves.

Hurts to lay, stand or sit.
Scared to take a shit,
and I wish I could just hug my boys.
Plus I hobble like a cripple,
but these are only a ripple
in my sea of life's now denied joys.

© fugitive247 [original]
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For the record: Today marks consecutive daily reprieve #4,538 (and a million nights).
And yes, sometimes the phone really does seem to weigh 50 lbs.

For anyone who might want/need to contact me over the next few days, please see the notice in my guestbook, thanks. Now, before last night's pain shot from the ER completely wears off... The following is an exerpt of my reply re: my participation and/or personal interactions here in Cyberia. Word to the wise... Attempting to back-stab me or mine is never a good idea. ;oD

Well, my friends... That's about all the computer time my pain tolerance will allow this morning. Starting to get shooting pains down my legs again, and that ain't the half of it. Looks like I'm going to be doing a lot of knitting this weekend. Gentle {{{hugs}}} for those who want 'em. Ciao for now...