A little-known bit of wisdom: Sociopaths suck

I thought -- well, naively sort of hoped -- that a March 14 court appearance with a former running client named Kimberly Duclos, a one-time near-national-class marathoner turned world-class degenerate, would put a stop to two years of ongoing, obsessive, malignant behavior from her.

But alas, this hasn't happened. I won't go into full details yet because some of this is resting in the hands of my lawyer(s), but I'm under no obligation to keep the story as whole under wraps. A number of you have already asked for and received the salient details by e-mail as it is, so this will just cut out the middleman for everyone else.

Never underestimate the power of raw malice coupled to delusional thinking, served with a dollop of resentment, self-loathing, and blaming other people for one's own failings, all of it washed down with several cocktails of alcohol and psychological projection. True sociopaths such as Kim Duclos are no more discouraged by everyday hindrances to their foul misdeeds than are hungry termites by cries of, "Get off my wood, you bastards!" But termites are cheaper to deal with.

Anyway, start here. This is a story in progress, using a very tenuous definition of "progress."