Oh thank goodness we've swung back to the topic of

Oh thank goodness we've swung back to the topic of dreams.

My declaration: When our story is told in movie, docudrama, or other audio-visual form, my dream is to play the part of Mahbood.

Why me? Well, friends and family have always bragged about my face for radio (better me than them, they say), and although not type-casting, I feel my unmistakable nasal Midwest tone would be effective (not quite Chicago, but not too far off).

Why would Mahbood have/get/deserve a part in the story? Well, so far, my script only includes him droning on in his introductory welcome call about why he took the Cytodyn job. Indeed, this was near the nadir (low point, pun intended) of our journey. While he (me, like I said) does the voiceover, there are multiple brief film sequences of shareholders acting out in frustration. One clip shows a much more handsome version of me in the back of a Manhattan taxi/uber on a cloudy or rainy day. He violently smacks the passenger headrest in front of him, shakes his head and stares angrily out the window. The driver looks irritated in the rearview mirror. My date, I mean the man's date, silently ponders her other options (why is she allowed to smoke in the cab?). All while Mahbood carries on about more time with his kids, etc.

Many other shareholder actions to remember and record. Whether real or imagined, there should be no depiction of cruelty or harm to animals. Tasteful throwing or smashing of vases, heirloom china or crystal stemware would be fine.