Life

We woke up to find these on our front lawn:



Yes, we have been pranked with plastic flamingos. They actually came with a note--it's a fundraiser from a local school. If you can call extortion a fundraiser, hah. We have to pay the kids to take the flamingos away. We even get to chose whose lawn they end up on next, muahaha. And for a further "donation", we can purchase insurance, ensuring that the pink plastic flock doesn't make ...

And as it always is on this day, seared into memory are those eternal images. The bright blue sky, clear and oddly serene but for the thick black smoke as the twin towers of man burn and groan and sway and eventually, with grace unbecoming of tragedy, fall to the earth as the world watches in horrified silence. For what can you say when you look into the abyss? And there is only silence.

On this day, 11 years ago, I was a high school freshman. It was gym class, and I was assembled ...

But first, allow me to link to my old journal, at least until it gets exported into blog form. It served me well over the years so I am a bit sad to see journals go, but I am also happy that it's not actually disappearing. So anyway, here it is: DragonHeart's Old Journal: Sense and Serendipity

Now, onto the story. On Friday night while I was at work, my stepfather's crazy friend Mike was over for dinner or something. When he left, he didn't make sure the door was closed all the way ...