Having a nasty aversion to voluntary frontal lobotomies, the only choice left was writing.
Wait. Hold that pose. That look on your face. Hmmm. Yes, I feel a story coming on...
Some of the stories impinge directly on the reality of the slice of the space-time continuum we prefer to call home. Sometimes inspired by people and events at my workplace. Other times by something I read - often related to the citizens of one particularly warped section of cyberspace known as talk.bizarre.
Not that I'm recommending it, mind you. Or it me.
Sometimes it was just caused by the random photons of various NSA radio transmissions of encrypted conversations between agents of the BATF, the IRS, and the National Democratic Party of the USA, as they struck the odd brain cell - usually resulting in subsequent fiery suicide for said cell.
Of course, as they say in real estate, location is everything. Some places are just quite inspiring. You can visit one of my favorite places to write:
"The only thing worse than appearing in one of his stories is not appearing in one of his stories."Just prior to leaping in front of a fast moving squid.
To actually ever make money at it would be too much to hope for, so I'll settle for knowing I did my bit to improve the species.
