I am alone this evening. I'm alone because of a cruel twist of fate, a phrase which means, "Nothing has gone the way I thought it would." I once was a content man with a comfortable home, a successful career, a woman that I loved very much, and an extremely reliable typewriter. But all those things are gone. All I have to remember those happy days is this tattoo on my ankle. Sometimes life feels like some dismal story presented as entertainment by some cruel and invisible author. It isn't a ...