This article originally appeared on FIVETHôT.
De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine
(From the depths, I have cried out to you, O Lord)
Funny how even in the egalitarian US, we assort ourselves by rank. Tony, the oldest of us and most senior with the company, was driving; the next most senior, Oppy — David Oppenheimer — was shotgun. The two youngest were in the back, me and David Garfield, inevitably called Garf by analogy.
The little car wended up the mountain road, and we came to a high metal gate. An armed guard came out of the shack and stuck his head in the window. “You have any cameras or recording equipment?” No, we chorused — this was long before cell-phones. “You have any fire-arms or narcotics?”
Another chorus of no. but I muttered “What do you need?” under my breath, Continue reading