Your revelation to them

has boxed me in.

Created chaos.

Are you aware?

I guess not.

You don't need anyone.

Too many secrets.

Too many DUI's?

No need to answer.

You live in L.A.!

I'm your older sister,

by two years.

I know you well.

Same day for you

again,

and again,

and again,

and again,

and again,

and again.

It doesn't end.

No depth, no substance.

I'm pissed off.

Come-day, go-day.

Never had a girlfriend.

Not even a pet.

Your day, not my day.

You worship rock stars.

Your powers are broad,

you say.

Your behavior,

triggers my drinking.

Fiduciary duties...violated?

Just be the trustee.

I want my share.

My fair share.

What's the hold-up?

You are verbose.

Burn people out.

Don't be a user.

Self-centeredness,

a path to lonliness.

That's how you are:

An exploder. (I no longer waste words.)

A tortured soul.

Way too sensitive.

Bald,

and not attractive.

Yet,

you still expect

to meet

a young supermodel

half your age.

Time is going by.

Almost 64.

A lost soul

that has some money.

Inherited money.

A tramatic response

from mean parents.

Now's your chance.

A large responsibility.

The longterm use,

the alcohol, the drugs

have taken their toll.

Greatly slowing

your sense of time.

It's now been years

Why, why, why

the unecessary delay?

Precious time

greatly wasted.

Your deadline is here

You haven't responded.

A lawsuit.

You've been served.

Not my me.

Perhaps a bluff.

That's what you get

for saying too much.

To them.

Not a dream.

No.

Why the delay?

The lawyers want to know?

The deposition is soon?

You must answer.

Win or lose.

It could be costly.

Swallow your pride.

Jailtime for you?

I hope not.

Do you uderstand?

Now's the time.

Sell them quickly,

the properties.

Follow the rules.

Before it's too late.

Please, please and please

move fast.

I know you don't like

being told what to do.

But by now,

you MUST see,

It was all becoming real.