I don't believe I fell down this rabbit hole again.

I found some law firms suing BOA and winning, so I spent all weekend looking for details of this nightmare I thought I had forgotten. I found tons of logs of phone calls which flooded me with memories and feelings I thought I burned at the last bon-fire at the farm. Apparently they became part of the fabric of who I am, because they surfaced in a flash, with all the emotion of the day, alive, raw, painful, shameful and all the beautiful, nightmarish rest. I guess what they say is true, it ain't over, 'til its over.