In Which Our Narrator Surfaces for Air

As of twenty days ago, the gavel came down on the divorce.

As of nine days ago, I am thirty-four.

And according to the political quiz my old friend Philip sent me, I'm  a "Left-Leaning Freedom Lover" which I guess puts me somewhere between the monkeywrenchers and NORML. Should I get a subscription to Do or Die? High Times? Grist?

I couldn't pick the answers I wanted, they weren't there. The quiz presupposed permanent government, which I don't believe in.