“Eric Stratton, rush chairman. Damn glad to meet you!” I replied to that disembodied voice.
“Eric! Can you spare a buck or two?” This came from behind a pile of boxes.
The boxes moved around a bit and a large man rose up. He was wearing a security uniform.
“What do you need a couple bucks for?”
“To feed the meter. Those guys don’t pay for our parking!”
That made sense. I threw some change his way and went on my merry way.
“Now hold on a minute, Eric. Going to need some more money as well as the password to enter these here premises,” he said while blocking my way. “Hey, do you smell poop?”
“Here’s my password!” I yelled and then reverse karate chopped him in the throat. He flew back about 90 inches, right into a display of Quisp cereal.
As he lay there gasping for breath, I went on my merry way yet again.
There was no front door to headquarters, just one of those hanging bead things the hippies like.
Actually, there were quite a few of those hanging bead thing that the hippies like. So many that it felt like I was swimming in a sea of those bead things that the hippies like.
After pulling down quite a few of them, I finally got through and in the lobby I was.
There was a small person sitting in an old-fashioned school desk.
And he was pointing a gun at me.
Stephen Johnson
https://theweirdcrap.com
The idea of building a website with Bob came from Stephen in the days of message boards and chat rooms. We settled on the name TheWeirdcrap.com and the rest is history. Retired since he hit the ripe age of 25, he spends most his time doing odd-jobs around the house and digging thru trash bins for "stuff that's still good." Stephen has contributed several short stories and hosted the "Lunatic Ravings" column since the beginning (1999). The idea of writing weekly columns came from Stephen before blogs or blog sites ever existed. So, I guess that makes him THE FIRST BLOGGER IN THE WORLD!!!
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