It's done at long last. Eleven years minus a few days, ups and eastwesthighs and lows, several thousand million dollars in the fire and I'm out of it. Full compensation, no hassle, an indemnity letter to get proper social security funding for a year and a half as of next week. Farewell to the raving corporate hordes of hysterical blonde and discoloured bimboes vibrating through every pore like lunatic sledgehammers on every occasion of a merger, acquisition or cocktail party. Farewell to asphyxia and tremors, farewell to the feeling of one dawn too much. I have many a sequence of events to thank to the totalities. Footprints in the sand.