“So, this guy likes punctual”, David

“So, this guy likes punctual”, David said as if we’d been carrying on a conversation for hours. “He’s very well connected with the traffickers in Everett and does some deals

out of his laptop bag in the pool area of a trailer park on Anacortes in the San Juan Islands. His mother-in-law is the lookout. For an old lady, she is a

fine trailer park manager, and an eagle eye. As he inserted the plastique into the crack in the Airstream trailer, he smiled at the carnage he knew would soon follow.

Unfortunately his son Taylor switched the plastique with Play-Do. D'OH! So he carefully inserted the wires, backed up, detonated and nothing. Behind him the elementary school explo

ded. His son had taken the explosives to school, and I am trying to catch fire to flour and water. No! This can not be happening! My boy has been in the tunnel!

Next, well, it was kinda boring. I popped out the other end of the tunnel into a bingo game. They were surprised to see me naked in an apron with butter in my hand. "B - Oh!" she

shouted, then whispered: "What in the name of-". I couldn't wait til my next action and thought about two options: 1. I scream and run around 2. I try keeping it cool.

"Times up", said the Fold counter. "But I need more time!". He pointed to his watch. "No exceptions". I opened my mouth to protest, but he pulled a lever and

the stack of cards, undoubtedly filled with insightful, poweful words that told a coherent story, were whisked away. As for me, I was left in the dark, waiting for a new beginning.