“This guy was from Battle Creek, where I was born. He has David as a middle name. He was born the year I graduated from high school. He was captured and is being held in Brooksfield Florida, the town where Uncle Fred and Aunt Patti have spent the last 3 months with Fred’s Mother.”
Silent Observer Fugitive of the Month – MICHAEL DAVID CRAMPTON a.k.a. PAUL KIT
I used to want to name my son that. Huh.
I had been made a vampire. It was, of course, night-time, and I was i a city with tall, looming skyscrapers. One was abandoned, and in its collapsing rooms was the one who made me what I was. It was Ani. I crouched near her, and she told me that I could fly. This excited me beyond measure.
She told me that to do this, I should leap onto the roof of a bus, and from there, leap into the air as if I was trying to reach the top of the building. I immediately left to try this.
The street was busy with cars. It always was, even in the dead of night. A bus soon passed where I was standing, and I easily leapt onto its roof. I felt strangely light. The bus passed a tall building, and I leapt toward its roof. I didn’t make it, but instead of falling, I was floating slowly downward. I turned, and realized that I was actually gliding on the air. The sensation was amazing and freeing! I didn’t want it to end, so I flapped my arms as if they were wings. My flight rose and fell with this movement, and I realized that I did, indeed, have great, leathery, bat-like wings.
I found myself back in the room with my creator. She was warning me that there was someone, like us, that was trying to end me. There would be an orange dot, like a laser scope, when he was near and hunting. As she said this, an orange and fiery dot played across both of us. I ran with all my speed up several floors and to a window. I paused for a few moments, and then the dot played across me again.
The view shifted, and I was seeing the dream from the sidewalk outside the old building. Two eyes, and they were mine, fell to the pavement. Dust and ashes cascaded to the ground near the eyes. Had I been killed as I leapt off of the building, out of the window, high above? A few moments passed, and then the ashes pulled themselves together. I leapt up and spun, slicing through the abdomen of my attacker with a katana. Light flashed, and that moment was a silhouette. His body was in two parts, turning to ash where the sword had halved him, and we were drifting apart in slow-motion.
That’s where I woke up.
I called in sick Tuesday because I couldn’t talk. Then, I spent my weekend sick.
With the DayQuil, I can talk. Almost. I also feel like the world is spinning, contracting, and/or expanding at any given moment. But I can talk. I’m still going to go through the entire local stock of Kleenex, with or without the DayQuil.
I’m of two minds about calling in sick tomorrow. I can’t get a doctor’s appointment until Monday. Which I’ve scheduled. But I feel like a putz for calling in sick so much. But, the thing is, I’m actually and what looks to be severely sick. That’s what sick days are for, right?
I alternate from feeling okay, as long as I don’t move too much, to feeling like I need to be dead for a few days and let this thing run its course.
I have stocked up on my super heroes, orange juice, DayQuil, and NyQuil. I think I’m qualified to call in sick when even DayQuil doesn’t stop my nose from flowing like the Nile.
Okay, enough drugged ramblings. For now, anyway.
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): In the first Matrix movie, the central character, Thomas “Neo” Anderson, gradually begins to suspect that his entire understanding of reality is a delusion. At a key moment, a mysterious ally named Morpheus offers him a choice between two pills. If Neo takes the red pill, Morpheus tells him, he will be able to see the truth he has been blind to. If he swallows the blue pill, he will sink comfortably back into the lie he has been living. I see the coming weeks as a comparable turning point for you, Taurus. Which will it be, the red pill or the blue pill?
Am I wrong to be pissed that White Wolf will stop shipping (as well as selling on their website) World of Darkness books on April 30th?
Sure, it creates a rush to snatch them all up before they’re gone. But, screw that. I can’t afford even all of the Time of Judgement books that I want.
The interview was at 10, and I think I did really well.
I don’t know that I’ll get called back for a second interview, but I know that I rocked that interview harder than I usually rock one. I think that I tend to suck at interviews, and may have reversed that trend today.
Today reminds me why I vowed that I would never work tech support again.
After today, I don’t have any good answers for the inevitable question in tomorrow’s interview – “Why do you want to be a manager?” except that I want to get off of the goddamn phones right fucking now.
Maybe my teeth will unclench when I sleep tonight.
Maybe not.
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