They're getting a divorce ...
Some of you know that my favourite number is 333. It is half of 666, an evil number if there ever was one. Everything weird or magical happens to me whenever there is a 333 around. It just is so. But I refuse to be superstitious.
Yeah, I am the fly on the wall, the voice who listens. I am a guest. When I travel around, I get to meet alot of people. See them in their daily lives. I am welcome, and I get to visit people, and hear their fears, or share their anguish. People accept that I will be there, whispering scenes (comfort?) that I've witnessed around the world. It seems almost the same in all countries ...
Why can't people treat each other with respect?
Things aren't going so well. There are angry phone calls, blaming. No communication. I am trying to be there, without being caught in the middle of it. Something bad happened today. I happened to be hungry. Said to myself, "Rather than eat, maybe I will go on a hunger strike for these nice people, for three days." My sacrifice, so to speak, like that shitty band Creed sang. Geez, I'm glad their dead. This would, at least in some way, respect their situation and humanity.
I looked at the clock, and it was EXACTLY 3:33 pm! Ahhhhrrrggghh! Magic.
-Todd