This is the time to rethink your life...

Actually, that's every day for the past month. My decision? There's really nothing to rethink. I love where I live. I can tolerate what I do because of the free time it allows. I love who I love because she helps me look up instead of down and helps (forces) me to see the brightness of my future. I don't tell her that enough.

There's a sign in front of my desk that says "Every person is the architect of their own character." I always put it in the stupid office motivational blah blah booster category in my mind, but I can't escape the truth of the statement. I'm the architect of my entire life and, although it sometimes resembles a barrio rather than a basilica, there's beauty there too. Sometimes more.

So anyway, long story short (I spaced out for a while), life is good and I hope yours is too. To everyone who occasionally reads this: I miss you. Please write soon.

Oh and read a graphic novel sometime! That goes for you too Sherry. Sometime in the near future you might even see one on the shelf written by myself and my good friend Tyson and drawn by the creative talent of TBD.

Any further inquiries should be directed to my email. If you don't have it you will be kept in the dark (you can ask me for it if you want, but don't ask about the project because Tyson has put us on media blackout).

Sincerely,
Me

"The Reverend Wayne's Pearly Gates is the cult of Asherah."

Fair warning: Don't mess with large Aleuts driving nuclear motorbikes and carrying glass knives.

Unless you have a very unique anti-rape device...

Creak

I wake to a thud. Something's fallen downstairs. Probably from an endtable. The wife's still asleep as are the kids down the hall. I'm pretty sure whatever made that noise is a biped, probably dressed in black, hopefully sans sharp objects.

I've only shot my revolver half a dozen times, but I keep it in a black plastic case under my bed. I bought it for a time like this, but keep it locked because of the kiddies. It's one of those cheap little suitcase locks with the three rolling wheels. I thought I'd be clever and keep it pretty much unlocked, only rolling one of the wheels one click so that, if someone broke in, it would be a simple matter of rolling that wheel, flipping the case open and blasting away.

The only problem is I've forgotten which wheel I rolled and that creaking floorboard I just heard is at the top of the stairs. At this point that biped knows someone has to be awake, but it's still coming.


Pretty quick little exercise. Thanks for the idea Tyson. It's not 101 words but the brevity thing is good practice.