The Judge cops plea; knows the snitch, forgives

"Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's been"

(Grateful Dead lyrics from "truckin")

O.K., it's me sitting around with long hair and a Marlboro box in my pocket. The photo appears to have captured me contemplating the relative merits of Zig Zags, as opposed to double-wide EZ Riders. Consistency really is the hobgoblin of small minds, and I have steadfastly avoided hobgoblins at all cost. This has allowed me to take on a number of personas, yet avoid a multiple personality disorder diagnosis. When I think of it all, I just get a Cheshire cat kind of smile on my face. I think I know the identity of the photo-providing snitch. He/She is absolved, and sincerely thanked for bringing back a whole set of memories. -- Crow