I woke up this morning feeling really happy.

I woke up this morning feeling really happy. Maybe too happy. I reached for my copy of M Kundera's "The Unbearable Lightness of Being". After reading just one chapter, the misery

of reading returned. The misery of reading is my second soul, it is with me always. Books, signs, recipes, anything, and the misery of reading is there. That is except for one book

This book... it was called 'Life'. Books are bad, but this one I could not put down. It was like a Bible, it told me all I needed to think. I didn't realize it was controlling me!

Keith Richards was one of my favourite musicians growing up. His memoirs were fascinating. I read voraciously after that. It changed me forever. It sure beats the tellie!

In his tell-all book, Keith Richards recounts his hard rocking days with The Rolling Stones. What it didn't account for was his being hired as an asssasin for the CIA.

When Keith Richards smoked out his intended targets for the CIA, he really smoked them out. Then the fog rolled in over the whole town. Nothing could be seen for miles. It was part

of his rock'n'roll fantasy. When he was sure that his smoke screen was complete, Keith Richards put out his joint and wandered among his people, sure that he could not be spotted.

Keith Richards thought of plain folk as "his people", though none of them could riff on a guitar like him. But just now he wished they'd quit their spasmic coughing- what's wrong w

ith Brother Zebediah?! It was true, Brother Zebediah had passed from spastic coughing into full fledged bursting open because maggots was all of the rage these days, maybe the Last