There must have been some strange movement in the stars last week. Several people I had cut out of my life (for various reasons) tried to make contact with me.

The most bizarre was a letter from Starla. The letter was not mailed directly. Since I am in a bizarre type of self-imposed witness protection program, Starla and other undesirable relatives do not know were we moved. Starla sent the letter through her mother, who forwarded it to me.

Of course it was full of stories of how she has not touched any drugs since I had the police rescued her from the supposed abductors. To bad it's not true.

She also told me about her new girlfriend and how happy they are. Then there were the apologies, and how much she missed me. Deep down she really does feel bad, I know that. But her disfunction runs so deep that she destroys anyone she touches.

It took a lot for me to get off that ride and I am not about to get back on.