As I shifted in to high gear while editing, I discovered the big mystery about editing the story from the inside out. Versus picking at it from the outside. Breakthrough, baby. That's when suddenly, in very offensive ways, I learned once again that high school sucks. For my daughter in 2009, the memories I can summon up of my years in high school are supremely laughable, and almost quaint. Lame, probably, really, but she won't say that in front of me. In any case, her high school is the dark side where classes often have 36 students smashed into desks and behind podiums. You're a number, and the teacher, who once enjoyed challenging young minds, is disgusted with the punks and mean-girls and athletes and babblers. So, after exhaustive and exhausting discussions, we decided to rent a house in a different city to go to a different and better high school. We discoverd that renters aren't slackers or grad students, they are well-off families moving their kids around to the best schools. Renters are changing things, over-bidding for homes to rent, offering bonuses, bribes, and rare wines. After 19 years of being a home owner, I am now going to be a renter again, just like back in Isla Vista where I was routinely ripped off in the name of education. Well here I am again! This is life intervening in my writing, but, jesus, it totally matters, and then I found out that my hip was way out of line, so like wow, after 40 sometime the strength goes out of your bones, you're as solid as Gumby? These new revelations are just dumb enough to annoy but, seriously too pathetic to ever stop me. You want what for a deposit? I'll double it. I have to sleep with a pillow in between my knees so my hip doesn't slip our again? That's so ludicrous I'll do it. That's nothin'. Is it still May?