Goose-stepping, twelve-stepping…*

“My name is Gerry, and…”
“Hiiiiiiiii, Gerry.”
“Errrm, yeah, hi… Right, My name is… Oh right, done that.  I have a problem.”
“That’s the first step, Gerry.  Now all you need to do is to accept that you’re merely a helpless puppet in the palsied, control-freak hands of a higher power and you’re well on the way.”
“Wooooah, woah.  [...]

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.