My Lobotomy

I flinched.
She said, “Oh, did that hurt?

Dave had kept quiet so far, but I could see he was getting impatient. These weren’t the answers he wanted. So he handed me a couple of photographs and told me to ask

It didn’t occur to me that I had a drinking problem, but I knew I had a life problem. I knew I wasn’t happy. While all this craziness was going on, I was trying to do something about that. It just took me a while to get past the craziness and into something more normal.
It took Barbara.

I didn’t think of running away, or escaping, because I couldn’t imagine where I would go. I didn’t think of suicide, either. I was never self-destructive that way. I might have been tired of living, like the song says, but I was also scared of dying. I did not want to die, as lonely or scared or sad as I ever got. I never

sharp instrument was thrust through the orbital roof on both sides and moved so as to sever the brain pathways in the frontal lobes.”

Freeman was dressed nicely, in either a sport coat or a suit—not a doctor’s coat.

He’ll sneak up behind her without making any noise and seems to love to startle a person.

On Hawthorne, things had been a little loose. There was that homemade third bedroom, where Binky slept. There was that homemade swimming pool. When my dad decided to build that, he tore down the old split-rail fence and put the swimming pool right in the front yard. He hung a sign on it that said, WE DON’T SWIM IN YOUR TOILET, SO PLEASE DON’T PEE IN OUR POOL.