- I graduate college summa cum laude with two majors in business with honors
- My dad was diagnosed with metastatic malignant melanoma that has spread through his brain and body resulting in mass trauma for our family
- My faith in the Lord has increased because of this and we are practicing healing
- I have the flu
- Berkeley rejected me for law school and I'm waiting on the U of A
Yeah that's enough magnitude for the rest of my life. Time to take life super seriously. But for now I want to stop getting sick from stress and just let loose some silly stuff to distract myself. The depth of this new 2011 madness is too hard for me to express and I want to completely reject all negative thoughts so we can heal.
I have another character floating around in my head. She's lanky, pale, and in her mid 30s. Single with mousy brown hair that's kept in a short cut (but not boy cut), her name is Lila Sough (pronounced sow). She's an anesthesiologist in the future world...only slight future...and she's intelligent but not quite a social butterfly. Need more chubby characters.
Francis Coh, child PI. I am here to write about the most traumatic incident that I worked hard to solve with my detective friend, Detecto. He detects anything with his magnifying vision, which helps him see things much bigger than they are.
It all started when I got a call from my good friend Judy. She sounded shaky on the phone. I remember the moment well.
Me: Judy...why are you calling?
Judy: You called me
Me: Don't play games Judy, is something wrong?
Judy: Yes...
I knew from that moment on that something was wrong. I put on my hiking boots and listened with great scrutiny to the tone of her voice as I stroked my chin, balancing the phone on my shoulder.
Me: Tell me Judy...what has he done to you?
Who was I referring to? Her assailant. We'll call him Dr. Dread until she gives me more information.
Judy: He? No I just have a stack of work that I need--
Me: No problem, Judy, Stan O'Work won't touch you again. I detect fear in your voice, but I will be right over to kick the evil out of this man.
I realized I forgot to put pants on. I hate it when you put shoes on before you put on your pants. I had to hang up dramatically to cover this point as I remedied this and then went parading outside to find Judy's address by mere intuition. To me intuition dot com is google. I found her house and discovered that she wasn't home, so I waited for three days outside her door before discovering that she was out of town. So Stan O'Work had really done his work this time. He had kidnapped her and now she was out of my grasp.
I ran home and cried my dignity into a pillow. The tear stains of my pride were left on that case...that pillow case...for eternity. Little did I know my next case would involve Helen's bipolar waiter and a dentist who made adults cry.
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