Since my friend Geoff got married, it seems

Since my friend Geoff got married, it seems he is off the map. Where does the map lead us? Perhaps you might find

buried treasure, the fountain of youth, or even the lost city of Atlanta, which was swallowed up by the Atlantic during

that cataclysmic series of typhoons. Of course I meant to say Atlantis, Atlanta being a Freudian slip, recalling awful

days when playing the sax and begging for coins in the Underground. Tourists there were unkind. The locals knew

attempts to become a dedicated vegan. All my friends back home had become natural health followers and had spiritual

leaders explaining to them how to live a pure and meaningful life. But as much as I would like confirmation from a stranger that my life is pure and meaningful, I would rather

figure things out for myself. Sister Perpetua always said I wasn't good at following directions or taking advice. She was right then and she's still right. The silly old

bat always knew how I would turn out. It was spooky. Maybe if I just put one tiny spell on her to show her that I was not a failure. But how? I have it. I will sneak up behind her

and make her think that the bats were the REAL victims! They would all bow down, and she would feel so horrible by the stench she left behind for them to cower in.