“ I'm the terrorist, do what I say or I'll terrorize you. ”
There are two types of people in this world. People who hate clowns...and clowns. (Bobby Pendragon)
~ D.j. Machale
If I weren't already dead, I'd have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.
I rode my bike home and did the one thing that always helped when things weren't going well. I read. Books were my refuge. Getting lost in a solid adventure story was the best way I knew of to turn off reality.
I'm not sure why that story came back to me while I sat huddled in Sydney's car on the way to the lake. It happened so long ago. I guess maybe it was because it gave me the assurance that when things got bad, there were certain people you could always count on.
