Today in the San Francisco gay parade i pulled off my traditional unregistered Segway contingent of one, carrying an inflammatory sign that provoked the usual response. Thousands of people read my sign, broke into grins and laughter, displayed gestures of approbation, and cheered wildly.
I think my recent depression may be lifting.
But i’m seeing a counselor now and will get a second opinion from him before i go prancing around calling myself sane.
And besides, i may suffer a setback if thousands fail to line the streets cheering me on my way to the gym in the morning.
