If we could gauge the up
tightness, not strictly the
constriction of the blood
vessels but a certain kind
of...emotion raging thru
the veins. “Is it anxiety?”
“Yes, I’m anxiety.” “How
do you do? I’m Frank.”
Frustrated by the amount
of pressure you’re under?
Try Lucy Goosey. Commer
cials. All the rage until those
pesky requisite side effects
roll. “What do you do for
a living?” Oh, so that’s
how this works . . . .
