"If you can't get along like everyone else," he said, "you'd be better off staying at home."
My thoughts exactly. It saddens me to know that I was here, that I did virtually nothing (and almost nothing of what I did do was good), and that now I am about to go.
I turn to leave. It is cold and I pull up my collar.
I had a friend but he died. He had a forward-looking face and a wife with big breasts but that couldn't allay the fact that something deadly was cooking itself up inside him. I heard the news on my birthday. "I'm cold," he said and that was that. He keeled. Was dead on the spot.
There was nothing wring with Sarah. She was young, she was smart, she earned good money. It was true she wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world but that could have been seen as an advantage. And she loved her sex. But down the steps I went. Out the front door. Got into the car (a red MGB). But then I thought, okay, which way is the next adventure? TBC

Fleas. Adam had'em. He also had anxiety dreams, i.e. the willies. And delusions of grandeur.
Okay. I'm game.

New story begins Tuesday.

There are actually people who have a morbid fear of being alone. Did you know that? Even though we're enemies so to speak and live on opposite ends of the spectrum.
But it is true we all do prefer the company of others. Do you read? Conversations, speeches, sermons need more than one. A dinner companion is two. A lover is definitely better than one handed sex, is it not? But then pretty soon we'll start to want variety, won't we.
Reputation is in the eyes and on the tongues of others. As Nostromo says.
We'll get bored. I've explored you; you've explored me, blah, blah, and what have we found? Tedium. You're a limited get-away vehicle for my. . .imagination. As I'm sure I am for your's. Sop we better have other overlapping interests, right? Let's put that at the top of the list.
Human relationships aren't supposed to work out. They're supposed to produce children. But to do that HERE would be criminal. Wouldn't it?
But then again, who would care? We'll except the child of course. But we could brainwash it. Or beat it if necessary. And then we could have revolving alliances. Not a bad idea. TBC

You've come here to assassinate me? Bad luck for you. You seem to have fallen into my hands instead.
To rescue me? Save me?
Oh -- ho. That's rich. I know God personally and he doesn't care for me at all. I call him a kidnapper and a terrorist to his face and he doesn't like it. So there.
But did you not know, once you are here you can't escape from this planet?
No one can. So in effect you've marooned yourself. With. . .me. Banished yourself. Imprisoned. What's the good of that?
Hashshashin. Arabic. One who smokes or chews hashish.
Angel of death? Angels are gay men. You're a woman, aren't you? Suppose we say agent -- of said catastrophic (and maybe somewhat to be wished for reversal of continuance?
Hashish would be nice.
So what are we going to do all day? I say we because despite ourselves we are part of a social species used to living in herds. TBC

Thank you for reading Sum over Histories. A new Blog will start tomorrow, as I have a publisher interested in my story.

Frankie