Peaking deeper into myself I found my soul,

Peaking deeper into myself I found my soul, a drooping white mess webbed throughout my body, and the realisation that it was

high time I got this girl out of my bed before my wife came home. "Wake up!" I hollered, apishly I'll admit, but when I looked down, I realized she was dead. It mustve been because

she was 89 years old. The bar was dark, I was hammered, she didn't seem like a senior citizen last night. But if I don't get this dead old lay out of my bed, my real old lady is g

oing to go ape shit when she sees this mess. I put the body in some trash bags and moved it to the trunk of my car so I could mop up the incredible amount of bodily fluids without

any obstacles. The stink of ammonia overwhelmed my senses, so I switched to bleach. A weird smell tickled my nostrils and I passed out. Suddenly I was on Mars, and Abraham Lincoln

was there, covered in copper, looking exactly as he does on the penny. He was mumbling and scratching something into the Mars soil. I had a few questions for him: "Mr. Lincoln,

me a penny struck in gold and inlayed with a number of circuits. "You are now the watcher.", he said in a somber tone. "You will wait here. I must return to Earth, to play my part.

I took the gold penny with the circuits and put it into one of the slots in my laptop. I then opened up Youtube and started watching vids. This is what he meant, to be a watcher?

Unfortunately, it wasn't as I soon discovered a 'watcher' is someone who collects watches. It was embarrassing at the Watcher Club Meeting when I turned up with no watches.