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Fortunately for me, my legs and arms are used to these kinds of situations. Although when you think about it, my life must be pretty rough if I’m having to get myself out of jams by pulling my gun out, … Continue reading →

So now you know why I’m sitting in a sewer, regretting the food choice I had made earlier. Not the best explanation, I know, and not the best reasoning behind it all either, but hey, it’s all I got. Now … Continue reading →

Drag St. isn’t so bad, at least not in the “I could die at any moment” kind of way. Not that you couldn’t. Hmmmm, double negative there, I gotta stop thinking in those, just confuse myself. Anyways, what I mean … Continue reading →

Trying the phone numbers first as I make my way back to a train station. The first one is a disconnected number. The second one is picked up by some gal speaking the soft form of Roarkian, which I can’t … Continue reading →

I pop back into existence inside my house. My wife’s screams immediately clog my senses. Then the wonderful blue taste fills my mouth. I stumble forward, groping for something to hold onto, my head spinning from the sudden change in … Continue reading →

The big fella helped me into a sitting position and put something in my hand. It turned out to be a glass. I sipped from it, it was water. What kind of water I can’t tell you, but I had … Continue reading →

“Recipe for disaster.” I say it out loud just to make my point to the universe. And the universe responded, a lot quicker than normal. Now, I’m not sure how many of you have been fortunate enough to have been … Continue reading →

By the time I got back to my car it was almost dinner, and despite the gruesome nature of my afternoon, I was starving. That’s when I made the bad decision of eating the still half rapped sandwich that had … Continue reading →