Being a Hitman does have its Challenges

   I can't blame Suzanne for leaving.  But a dark part of me wants to.
   If I did, it wouldn't be enough for me to just think it--I'd have to do something about it.
   That's why I'm good at my job.  People have scary thoughts and can't follow through on them. They call me.
   Thinking and not doing is probably my biggest challenge.
   Not that I might get caught.

An Accident in my Youth

   Once when I was a child, I'd thought the world had stopped.  Everything was dark and silent.  At midnight, I prayed for a train to roll down the railway tracks, something to shake the floors and rattle the windows, something to let us know that we were not alone.  It was something that never came.  
   Not for me.  
   I was alone in the night.  
   And I would forever be alone, with only my hands as my guide, in the dark wilderness that consumed me completely.  

Tag Team

   Too many days have I gone without once having some cougar-hungry mountain man buy me a drink.

   Maybe I'm dressing too casually.  

   When I get off work I want to kick off the heels and pull back my hair.

   "Larry, can I have another martini?"

   "Sure--by the way," he added with a wink, "Banker Bill is on the market."

   Larry has always been so good to me.

#Rant

   Ranting isn't fun; it sometimes isn't healthy, but I do hate when I enjoy a good rant.  It brings the closet narcissist in me to center stage.  The one that always smiles for pictures, dances for attention, and sings for envious adoration.
   Sometimes even the words I say won't fit together perfectly, or make much sense--they just spit out snippets of bothersome information.  Too bothersome for even me.