Today is my Birthday. Today I am free. I don’t celebrate my birthday, because my best friend, Bill Arnold, died on my eighteenth birthday. I did choose to be with people I know by picking up Snyder’s biography about my famous sister. I read what Vicki had to say, and Raphaele, Christine’s best friend. After our fight, Raphaele told Christine she would like to see me. My sister refused to tell her how to contact me.

I made a video reading Snyder’s bio that employs my mother as the Supreme Villain, and denies her vicarious bragging rights, yet my daughter throws me away, because I question her mother’s motives. Rosemary is made out to be a diabolical narcissist. I compare her to my daughter’s mother, who sabotaged my autobiography. I finally own the picture why.

Patrice Hanson would take our sixteen year old to Keroke Bars. I went to their…