Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Why would a woman who was beautiful and a successful psychotherapist steal a Mercedes and take it on a joyride across LA? And why, Buck wondered, would such a woman spend the morning drinking in a downtown bar with her brother, his friend, and an assortment of daytime drunks? The pieces of the puzzle just didn’t fit. At least not to Buck’s immediate satisfaction. But Buck knew that the world was not a neat jigsaw. He’d learned from experience that the pieces seldom neatly fit, no matter how much we insist that they do.