In my last post, I mistakenly called him Harry Goldberg. I don’t know what I was thinking, I don’t even know any Goldbergs. No wonder I couldn’t find anything when I googled him. His name is Harry Goldgar, and he is the telepath. He thinks everyone in the world can read his mind and we’re not telling him. He was written up in the Times-Picayune in 2003. This reminds me of I guy who I sat next to in a French Quarter sushi bar once. He seemed very nice and then he started telling me about the steel plate in his head. The one the CIA was using to track his movements. Then, he realized that I was with the CIA and I was sent there to follow him. Well, that’s how I got fired from the CIA.

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