After my Ritz-Carlton meltdown in Manhattan for months I had no idea where I was nor did I really care. Was it post traumatic stress disorder or depression? I was told that I had been taken on a chartered jet courtesy of Don Lupara to Naples where I was transported along the coast to aContinue reading ““The Penniless Pensioner : Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous”: Chapter 40: Thank God for LSD and Pasta alla Nerano!”
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