The sky was dark. Rain soaked any living

The sky was dark. Rain soaked any living thing walking out of cover. Lightning stroke shedding light into a black canopy of mystery. Sue was not afraid of the dark, but this...

was the Land of SorrowsLost. Sue had opened a fly-specked trunk in the old Victorian attic and ended up on a vast beach of broken shells. A storm was brewing and she saw a ship.

It had run aground off the coast & was listing. The crew was in small boats fighting the lashing wind & heavy surf to reach shore. The sky lit up again & she saw the Jolly Roger

on the deck of the whaler smoking his cigar, smiling pleasantly. 'We gotta turn back!' She yelled to her crew. 'He's right there!!' But Jack Sparrow shook his head: 'No sweetheart

, I am not right here... I am a figment of your imagination due to the high intake of LSD you indulged yourself with while massaging yourself with unpricked cactus leaves and

tea tree oil. You're dedication to self-indulgent hallucinogenic day-spas has allowed me to appear in front of you. Now receive my new commandments. First,

My mind filled with smoke clouds as I remember lying in a field drinking bong water. It was more a confusing time than a happy time. I questioned my

opic planning which caused me to run out of weed, thus sobering up and leading me to this questioning of myopic planning. There had to be a roach around here somewheres.

There was...and I did...and began to guffaw uncontrollably. They found me the next day under my desk, a serene smile pasted on my face, my myopic eye still open, staring.