A few weeks later there was another event, it was life changing. A form of pure excitement infused and consumed with happiness…

Jackhammers would have been better—loud noises, he could sleep through. For several mornings now, jackhammers had assaulted his eardrums beginning at six a.m., and he was almost used to them. But the persistent buzz of his cell phone at eleven thirty p.m. on a Friday night successfully penetrated his haze of near sleep.

Each assignment had called for a job, a new history, even a new personality. This time all we had to do was write and sell infotech, and be regular cool nerdy folk.

Scientists continue to research a cure for this component…a cure that will replace the element from the child’s DNA. The “injected” believe that the only possible cure for this is…death.

A man arrived at the First Church of Christ the Ever So Well Endowed one night yelling “SANCTUARY!” The nuns flocked around unsure what to do. To the untrained eye it may have looked like a riot in the penguin cage.

The ride up to the cabin was frustrating. Neither O’Shea nor Adams knew much about music, but both were sound system enthusiasts. Their cars were equipped with gigantic, earthshattering subwoofers that comprised the entirety of their backseats and functioned primarily as shiatsu massagers.

We met up for a date after work. Me and Courtney that is. It was kinda awkward.
“I can’t believe we’re like on a date or whatever.” she said
“I know, it’s kinda weird,., in a good way” I nodded
“It’s the first time we’ll get to talk about something nonwork related.”

Scientists continue to research a cure for this component…a cure that will replace the element from the child’s DNA. The “injected” believe that the only possible cure for this is…death.

“I wrote this short script a year ago after seeing a woman with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.”

The Illusionist, a strapping young lad none too long in the tooth, came marching onto the stage to set up.

“I’m not sure who originally said it, but print is dead. Free online digital information databases, with their glut of instantly accessible ‘Facts’ and ‘Figures,’ have singlehandedly driven us once great Encyclopedia Barons to the unemployment offices.”

“I woke up without really knowing that I was. That moment where dreams and reality blend lasts forever sometimes. But not when you wake up still wasted fully clothed and spooning with a large black man. The scattered bottles brought scattered images from the night before.”