that middle something. it's not hot. it's

that middle something. it's not hot. it's not cold. it's not black. it's not white. that middle something. I know I said I was a DEAD END, but I am really that middle something.

After a pause, my counselor said, "Well, you do seem healthily self-aware, Mr. Usher and/or Omegacron. Finding oneself in a gray area is a common occurrence for many. And I believe

that you are alright. I believed that too before I lost my footing in the middle of the sidewalk, fell on the road and got hit by a truck. Once again I went to the counselor after

focussing on the soft furnishings, madam, and listen to the injuries the foul Dan has inflicted on my heart!" While the counsellor attempted to splint my fractured arm, I waxed ly

-rical: "With a broken arm and a broken heart, I will pierce Dan's skin with a poisoned dart!" The councellor pretended not to notice as I dialed Heyheb's Potions with my working

phone & put in my order. "13 poisoned darts, please" I whispered. "Yes. Charge to my account. Yes. Overnight delivery, please. I need them asap!" Dan was gonna get it! The BASTARD!

The package of poison darts arrived at 9am, so I loaded up and went to find Dan. I got to his workplace and asked to see him, but the manager said he'd fled over the border. Damn!

"Mexico?" I said. "No, Canada actually," the manager replied. Serves me right to assume. Well, no time to lose, I thought, grabbing up whatever office supplies I could steal and dr

Richards was all I could think about. See, Dr. Richards was always there for me. He was from Canada. Not Mexico. I left the office supplies on the floor. "Why!" "Why! Dr Richards!"