MoTW—Maniac Cop 3
April? I haven’t posting anything since April? What in the hell is wrong with me?
I knew I was taking a couple weeks off so I could work on my book about canned peaches, but didn’t realize it would stretch into a couple months. The worst thing is that I really didn’t work on the book at all. Instead I sat around watching movies and surfing the internet, so I basically was doing the same thing I did before starting on the book.
However, I did finally set up my first ever Facebook account. That’s right, you can be my friend and leave pithy comments! For those interested (and you most definitely are) you can access my kinda brand-spanking new FB page HERE. I guess I’ll find out if that link actually works when this is posted, but I have faith!
Mr. Senitram offered some assistance for the canned peach book but it was like he took some serious drugs then took a 2X4 and whacked his head repeatedly and then drank some 100 year old moonshine. After that serious high he somehow found his way to a computer and wrote 50 chapters about something. Canned peaches were referenced somewhere in the first chapter and then it just went to places I couldn’t even begin to dream about. It frightened me and I don’t frighten easily.
Sadly, I no longer have what he wrote. When I was done I printed it out and burned it and then, just to be safe, I went ahead and burned my computer. Not sure that solved anything, I went ahead and burned our laptop, the woman’s desktop computer and smart phone and my Kindle Fire. Next came the blu-ray player since that has internet access and the wireless router since parts of those writings are probably stuck in there as numbers or something.
I still don’t think that’s enough. There’s an odd feeling in this house, something that the plumber noticed when he came over a few days ago to fix a clog. He wanted to fix that clog quickly but he was stuck since there was so much grease and gunk in the pipes it took his almost three hours to fix the mess and all that time the stuff that Bob wrote was swirling around his head, mingling with the smell of 15 year-old gunky grease that by the time he left, he paid me for the work he had done.
It’s obviously affected Bob as well since he has kind of disappeared since he sent me his writings. He’s probably in a very bad place, but that’s ok. I don’t mind.
All that matters is that I finally have a Facebook page HERE!
COMING NEXT: Who was the first person to post something to my new FB page (located HERE)?