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Well, I've seen this fucking movie before. My ex wife had two boys, and the first thing she did was have me shower, then did my laundry, then cooked food ahead of getting me stoned.

Granted, this time, her husband is involved, and I'm not here for sex. I'm only an hour out of Austin because she thought I would be useful for a project she's working on.

So, I meet this guy, sold as an early queer activist in Texas, and, as such, I presume this will be the main focus. I have an hour of audio and still have no idea what my nut graf is.

Dude was a researcher for Molly Ivins. Oh, and worked at 60 Minutes. Oh, and the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.

Rachelle is watching this play out and realizes she did connect two people, but she has no understanding of what she's hearing. This is not a slight; when you get two newsmen together, we start speaking in code.

He's got a few fundraisers going, as he's in rehabilitative care, and the core of my role here is to synthesize (I know, I know) his messaging so that they can focus on fewer (ideally one).

Under ordinary circumstances, I'd not touch this with a 10-foot pole; however, he seems to be the real deal, just trying to live out his life after imparting information to many.

It looks like we're going to meet up again tomorrow before Rachelle drives me home.

This could actually be worse than it seems. It's fucking cold tonight, and I have HVAC and comforters.

Mike is a character I can't quite yet pin down. But then again, I generally don't open with "How I Lost My Career."