I barely woke up today. I came out of this last sleep in the same way a corpse might crawl out of its grave. It wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m not supposed to be here.
But I’m here.
And it’s Saturday.
And you know what we do on Saturday’s, right?
Even if we’re technically supposed to be dead, we still GET WEIRD.
Today, I’m sitting in my comfy chair, watching my dog chew on the same bone he’s chewed on for the last 8 months or so, sipping coffee and typing bullshit into my phone. Does anybody even read these things? I get a ton of traffic on my website, so I assume so, but sometimes this place feels like a ghost town.
I should’ve died.
I don’t know why I feel that way. It’s not like I had a wild night last night or anything. I just feel like that last sleep was too fucking deep. I came out of it gasping for air. That’s what people do right before death, right?
Wrong. I survived! And I’m not gonna waste another second of this precious life.
That’s why we’re watching Critters today. It makes sense if you don’t think about it.
Alright, I’m off to spin some records and write some words. Hopefully better words than all the nonsense in this post.
Later!
DOOM FICTION by William Pauley III 