The Column of Disquiet - You Pulled Me Through Time

In a sense, this column is a continuation of the most recent one about my friend Jazzy, the shelter cat. I say that, only because she factors into it, and that factoring served as the inspiration to sit down and write this all out.

This one almost got away from me a few times, simply because of the sprawling nature of recalling the last ten years of my life; I hope it's at least marginally interesting to read.