Many years later, as he faced the firing

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Mustard was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice Read more: http://www.pan

der2me.gov or at http://www. plotholedigga.com. This Choose Your Fate Foldingstory was racking my nerves. I clicked on the latter link, where Colonel Mustard and I protagonized in

the library with a lead pipe but it was no use. I was having a panic attack. I felt my world fold in over me as I broke down I considered my own fate. It would end soon and I

hadn't even made out my last will and testament yet, mainly because I couldn't decide to whom I should leave my golden harmonica. Just thinking about my harmonica calmed me

but the thought of anyone else touching it was an abomination. The harmonica was the only thing I had left of my time in Cairo. Well, that and a strange burning sensation in my

groin that I got after my nephew dragged to join a protest rally at midnight against the ban on Mexican food. He said he needed it for his documentary in sociology. After that I

refused to join any more anti-tortilla marches, even if my nephew needed the footage for his stupid documentary. Instead, I went home, crawled into bed and watched Titanic while

scrolling through Twidio's Twitter feed, looking for new music from their miraculous recommendations. They claimed to be the first Twitter "radio", but it was all text-based.

I tried highlighting the text on my computer and using the narrator function so I could hear the text, but it wasn't the same as listening to actual music.