roguebaron
Super Freak
I've been trying to ignore the anklet, ignoring the little incandescent Mort head that seams to only be seen when I look at it. My wife thinks it's all in my head, that I just need to have my annual breakdown of me time away from my family.But I know there's more involved, the Mort has a tiny 11 beside his face now, and for the first time In a year, today I felt the anklet contract, just a little, but I know if I don't leave now, it will constrict to the point of agony, and the loss of my foot. I leave tonight for the long trek back to the lounge, I've left a note for my family that I hope to return, but I know in my heart that this will be unlikely. I know not what to expect this year, in the past I've had a survival kit delivered to help me prepare, this year that seems to be gone. We're on our own.