Originally Written: December 10, 2010
I was in a small town. It was nighttime. People were out and about and hustling and bustling. Suddenly, one by one, heads turned skyward. Slowly, audible gasps floated on the frigid air. I looked up. A jumbo dirigible floated directly above my head. Consumed in flames, the airship lit up the night sky. It was about to fall on me. It was unavoidable. I would soon be engulfed in the raging inferno.
I have to go to the dentist on Tuesday. I know I’ve mentioned that Novocaine does not work for me. Well, it doesn’t.