You can't make this stuff up! Oh yes I can!

You can't make this stuff up! Oh yes I can!

The journeyman clapped my shoulder. "It takes skills to make stuff up by hand, lad." I apprenticed fabricating small white lies. Someday, like my dad, I will forge huge whoppers.

Then finally, on that one fateful night, I threw it all on the line as I ticked the "I agree to the terms and conditions" box without actually reading them. Hands shaking in fear,

the doorbell rang at that very moment I hit accept. I went to the door opened to see someone saying "we are taking you with us." "What?" "You signed up for it when you accepted the

First prize in the sweepstakes entered ten years ago.

But I had whittled it all away trying to be a "Good Time Charlie" to all those gigolos at Maxfield's bar. And what did I get in return? Nothing. None of them even will give me the

finger. So, I decided to give it to them. "$#*%!*% YOU!" I screamed into their surprised, well-groomed faces. Maxfield's gigilos misunderstood entirely my outburst. Gliding over

to be closer, Gian Carlo offered me his arm while brandishing an enchanting smile. My anger vanished. The cougar in me took over. I saw where this was leading. How much could I lav

-ish on Gian Carlo? There wasn't much in the budget for a new boy toy this month. I decided I would uninvent the wheel.

Gian Carlo would be my partner in crime. Uninventing the wheel should be easier than inventing it. My first effort was to envision a world without the wheel and build upon that.