On Better Days

Dear unnoticed readers of the fact sheet:

this is michael williams, and this pic is a selfie of me, circa 2010, but likely earlier. Any which way, I am about 30 in this pic. now, there is really no excuse for this kind of behavior. backstory: i was likely taking a selfie for grindr at the time (i don’t generally do photos because of the glaucoma/mother).

i would prefer this pic to be blurred on my site, as it’s not an entirely flattering portrait, except for the framing of the ceiling tile on its own (at least it’s almost white). (i now realize that i am the one who put up the pic.) It is likely that I was teaching at berklee at the time. Unbelievably, this image was acceptable to the school (even quite enthusiastically to the students). Incredibly, my face was sufficient for the school, but not to (some of) the people who were in the school.

that said, we like the person that we see in this pic: someone who is considerably thinner (zyprexa) than he used to be: he was alway a celery stick before they dropped zyprexa on his mind and soul — and against his will. Later, becoming-thinner and becoming-lithium, he found refuge in a specific blood level (currently: 6.4) of lithium and a tiny (1mg) dose of prn haldol. he mostly doesn’t take haldol anymore, but on the occassion that the world pops out of his eyeballs, he pops the haldol into his body. This man rose from the black depths of: narcissism. For that, we congratulate him, even celebrate him. And even though he has a prominent cleft chin — a sign of character — it is the surrounds of his face — looking like it has been hit by a big truck — that is beautiful — and that no doubt brings the boys all around, even with michael’s slight resemblance to a young gary busey.

love andy p and his mike w

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