E4: The Edge Came With Him; S15: The Bads the Worses and Worstes (Or "The Foster System Survivors")

I have instructed the AI writing this description to deliver a message on my behalf.If the maybes, perhapses, I-thinks, I-don’t-knows, caveats, qualifications, equivocations and occasional immediate reversals in this episode bother you, please fuck off.Pleasantly.I don’t mean leave forever. You can come back. Maybe.But I am not going to clean up uncertainty before speaking just so everything arrives looking like I knew where I was going.In this episode I walk home from work and somehow get from Indigenous knowledge to grandmothers and books, ancestry DNA, scatological crime, homelessness, parks, toilets, Canadian case law, sex work, Parisian French, Mahler, foster care, names, bronchitis, exploding televisions, trauma bonds, AIDS, blood in the shower, Silverlake Life, Spotify subscribers and eleven inches.Some of what I say I know.Some of it I remember.Some of it I think I remember.Some of it I may have completely fucked up.And when I know that, I generally tell you.That is not a defect in the argument.There may not even be an argument.There is, however, a 57-year-old man walking home, speaking into his phone in a strange voice that apparently allows him to say things he cannot say otherwise, repeatedly wandering onto an edge that somehow keeps moving with him.The opening closing song is “The Edge Came With Him (Or Was He the Edge?).”The closing opening song is “The Bads, The Worses, and Worstes.”There are lemmings.Imaginary lemmings.There is a missing mouse.Maybe it's not missing. Maybe it's home.There are several things I probably should not have said.Maybe.Perhaps.Fuck off.