Semi-Daily Scribbles

Gary's lineman-sized body, which he didn't do a whole hell of a lot to keep in shape, would not fit through the window for very long. His goal was folding in on itself, and the moment Gary'd carved out of leftover dreams, and good old-fashioned detective work, was quickly slipping into the narrow band of time reserved for last chances. Gary had watched many an opportunity skitter off into the night. He would then be left with a hole in his heart and huge gaps in his memory. But this was the last stand. Gary found the right combination of sweat and tears to rewrite history, and refused to waste a minute second-guessing his diagrams. The cloud containing all his missing activity would be in position over his house very soon. All Gary had to do to see his story to the end was take a running leap out the casement. He was more than confident his careful planning would take care of the rest.