I was dreaming. It was one of those “now I’m doing this…wait, now I’m over here” dreams. What turned out to be the final scene took place in the familiar environs of my bathroom at home. For a dream, that’s about as exotic as setting a Bond movie final showdown in Scotland. Yes that actually…
I am what people would call a worrier. I worry about everything. I expect things to go wrong. People say I’m pessimistic, and they’re correct. Why be an optimist? Where’s the fun in that? The world is a nasty place where the idiots are in control. If you constantly expect the best, you’re going to…
Opening my eyes was my first mistake. When you wake up, and there is an eerie calm for just a split second, before a mayhem of panics rush at you screaming, you should cancel the day. Squeeze your eyes shut, hard, like a child wishing for something it really wants. Shut them and cut deals…
