Some of my more elephantine readers may remember a few years ago when I claimed my dad was the reincarnation of Jack Kerouac. I phrased it a bit differently as I hadn't had the Sanskrit experience yet. I just described how he had snuck out of his cousin's house in Louisiana and made one last drive across the continent, ending up in Saskatoon where he settled down and slept every night in the same bed for the last 28 years of his life. Well, that was all a lie. All I really wanted to say at the time was: the memory of your eyes, straight on the memory of the duration of your eyes, straight on I have eaten nothing but vegetables for days, clutching this to me. Protein makes time go by And I don't care if I ever see you again but I was embarrassed to just let it sit out on its own. So I had to write that story about Jack to hide this as a mere epigram. Obviously I was obsessed over somebody. If I checked out the dates and everything I could figure out who it would have been but that's pretty insignificant now. Even to her probably. Anyway, I just wanted to bring this out into the open so there would be no rumours starting up about the inconsistencies in my story. Because the thing about Richard Nixon and my dad. That isn't a lie. Trust me. ["I am not a crook" April 18,2000] ------------------------------ YOUR DAILY STEAM ------------------------------ ISSN 1206-4130 http://2x4group.com/yds YOUR DAILY STEAM is a continuing series of fables written by James Spyker. If you like them feel free to forward them around. Send me your e-mail address to receive a free subscription. Subscription and editorial correspondence to yds@2x4group.com