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Gees, you say that you are taking a break and people jump all over you for it. So here, try this out....


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by Dave Graham

They ascend moving stairs, and walk towards very strange and extraordinary surroundings. A land of fantasy where the ordinary and the imaginary mixes together. It is a Saturday afternoon, late in the spring, in the not too distant future.
Jane is something of a plane girl. She works a nine to five in a downtown office doing data entry. She spends her morning typing information that does not mean a damn thing to her. She breaks at noon and then she spends her afternoon doing more typing and that is about all that she does. She hates her job. Wouldn't you?
Kayla is Jane's roommate. She is not the nine to five type. She prefers a less stable lifestyle, which isn't to say that she enjoys chaos. That would be putting it a bit extreme. Kayla is a nonconformist. She is not happy unless she is acting against the system. She always does the exact opposite of what anyone tells her is in her best interest. Some call her a brat because of her behavior. She doesn't have a problem being called a brat.
Kevin is an oaf. He is not too bright, but he means well. He did not go to college. He never expected that he would. Right out of high school he went to work for his uncle, who owned a sandwich shop. He had a great time serving the lunch rush and taking home free food at the end of the day. Kevin never imagined a more fulfilling life. Ham, salami, pepperoni, and a hoagie bun. It was so easy. Then his uncle went and sold the business. Six months later the new owners sold the shop again. The new "new owners" did not want a sandwich shop and turned the place into a gourmet deli. Kevin quit the sandwich business and got job at a delivery service. Today, he drives one of those big brown trucks and he is just a satisfied and making nearly five times the money.
These three are looking for their friend, a writer, who is somewhere amongst a crowd of heroes and villains. They are pulled upward by a mechanical staircase. In front of them rides a mystic man from a far away galaxy, wearing a laser sword that dangles from a chord wrapped around his waist. Behind them a monster rides the ascending staircase. His skin is green and slimy, from greasy pain. He has two garish tusks, spines of foam rubber, and drips red corn syrup gore. You might expect that such a beast would ride a chariot decorated with the blood and the entrails of his innocent victims, but not this monster. He drives a sky blue Buick station wagon, its his mother's car.
There is a crowd a the top of the stairs. Some of the people appear to be normal, while others seem very abnormal. The crowd seems to converge at a point near a bright curtain. It is just a mass of people, lumbering forward, meandering towards some sort of entrance. Jane is pushed forward and stumbles into a man with a red cape. Kayla's tight sweater catches the attention of multiple oglers. Kevin crunches somebody's toes.
"This is flipping ridiculous. I had no idea that there would be this many weirdoes at this thing. We are never going to find Paul in this crowd," Kevin grunts.
"Yeah, this is nuts, lets just leave," Kayla says looking around at the costumes. Though she is accustomed to social outcasts, this is not her scene.
"Nonsense, we're not leaving. We just got here. Suck it up you two. They're just dorks," Jane pushes through the crowd and leads her friends to a front desk. A sign on the wall behind the desk reads "Welcome to Comicon. Adult Admission $17.00. Kids 8 years old and younger get in for free."
"I have to pay seventeen dollars just to get into this thing? Holy shit!" Kevin exclaims.

Taking some time...

This blog thing isn't working out. It has been too random. Even though I have barely started with it, I am not getting anywhere with it. I don't want to do this unless I have a reason to. It seems foolish to post for the sake of posting, hence the long break. I have sat down more than one time since the last post, to write for the blog, but what I type seems meaningless, silly, and personally unsatisfying. Either I need to take some time to figure out what I want to do with this blog or I end it altogether. Even though it has barely begun, it seems pointless to continue producing nothing. I am going to be taking time to figure out what I want to write on here. One idea is that, day to day or week to week, I pick a news story and comment on it. Another is that I write a continuing episodes in a series of fiction. I haven't decided what to do. Making decisions seems to be a problem that I have with my writing and with life in general. I don't feel mature enough to do the things I want to do nor do I want to continue doing the things that I have been doing.