Wednesday, July 07, 2004

R.I.P.

This was only supposed to be a bit of fun. An outlet. A distraction. Cathartic. Creative callisthenics. You know, fun.

It stopped being fun today.

Stray Bullets was originally only intended for me. If anything you have read here has ever made you laugh, or smile, or forget your troubles, then I am very grateful.

Time for me to get on my horse and ride off into the sunset. Thanks for reading. May the wind be at your backs and the Cameosis in your hearts.

ROLL CREDITS

FADE TO BLACK

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