The Fall of Random
Wednesday
Ha! Lol, nope.
I think I nailed down Random’s motivation, but it’s 2AM. Good night!
Opening
I’m always amazed at what people won’t believe. Most of them won’t believe other people don’t care about their jobs.
They believe in UFOs, bigfoot, and astrology, but in the insane narrative of my father’s murder, the thing they won’t believe is his official cause of death: Killed Super Dead.
“He was a gay man in Montana-” I paused, finges to temples “-with a meth problem.” The fingers shot forward. “Absolutely no one gave a shit.”
“The police can’t just put ‘killed super dead’ on a death certificate,” said Allan.
“Yeah, that doesn’t make any sense,” agreed Saffron, his hippie girlfriend. “Why wouldn’t they just put suicide or OD if they didn’t care.”
“Because they didn’t care! No one cared! They didn’t hate him, they didn’t like him. He didn’t really exist to them. He was a thing to the cops, and no one would ever read his cert!”
“But they’re not allowed to do that,” said Saffron.
Cybil
Bloodharvest was nominated for a Cybil Award in Young Adult Speculative Fiction. Wish me luck.
Course Schedule (Abridged)
Figure Drawing:
What does the human body look like?
WRONG!
Geology:
Just, like, rocks, man. Rocks.
Astronomy:
No seriously, space is super big.
Weights:
There’s more to it than pick things up and putting them down!
There’s nutrition and hydration. The rest is all picking things up and putting them down.
Kudos
Thank you to ElspethMinor!
Wednesday
Ah, shoot, it’s Wednesday.
Target Audience
A friend is reading the (hopefully) final draft of Bedtime Stories to his daughter. And I don’t mean to brag… I totally mean to brag. Chapter One got an A+ check mark. That’s a pretty big deal.
Kudos
And thank you to the guest who left kudos on the Nine!
Names
I wanna get a cow and name it Floyd Hayweather.