I asked my friend why she was sad and this is what she said.
“I was sad because I was hungry but I just cereal so I’m ok…”
That’s the beginning middle and end. Amazing.
The Story of Earnie:
Earnie was raised in an upper class home and after high school, reality took him by surprise. He attempted school with the aid of his parents. To his surprise, it taught him nothing meaningful.
While contemplating dropping out, a curly haired, short, young man came into peripheral with clear intentions of obtaining Earnie’s attention.
Excitedly, the guy whispered as he scanned the area around, “take the red pill.”
The man grinned genuinely exposing his assortment of missing teeth and inflamed gums. The pill centered in his palm, he inched towards Earnie.
Typically, Earnie would feel intimidated in a circumstance as this, yet his expression did not move. His thoughts raced as he contemplated trusting this strange man. Fear of death and deceit crossed his mind, but something about the stranger seemed trustworthy.
After a brief silence and a scan of the peripheral, Earnie reluctantly picked the pill from the man’s hand and swallowed it. The strange man gave a look of appreciation and thanked Earnie with a nodding gesture.
Soon, the world around Earnie faded into the sky and his own shadow became the only source of darkness. (More Coming Soon. Thanks for Tuning In!)
There once was a sandwich made with only the finest ingredients. Imported french bread, high quality farm meats of several poultries, freshly ripe vegetables, and award winning sauces.
One sandwich has never existed, but instead, disgraces to sandwich cultures continue without justice. There is, however, a society of sandwich lovers who have vowed to rid the world of the worst abominations in sandwich history. For forty years, they have existed and protected the world from devastation.
Now, a dark force aims to deploy a terribly disgusting sandwich. They use billions of dollars advertising their terrible plan to fool the public eye, but I know better. They use their money to influence the leaders of the defenders of sandwiches while lying about their intentions, but I know better.
I am sandwich man.
On a beautiful, mild winter afternoon, instead of acknowledging the favorable conditions, one young man worshipped an alternative reality.
The last year, savings had been spent to afford the ninety inch super high-definition television installation in his living room, along with the latest in reality gaming. The sky was as blue on the monitor as it appeared outdoors. Clouds moved to expose a lens flare.
The excitement overwhelmed the young couple. Even after the novelty wore off, their spare time belonged to programs.
The world outside was put on hold. The inner mind was set aside in order to entertain the outer mind.