The year was 1978. Nostradamus had just given an ominous warning to humanity over the public television airwaves.
Sitting in my hotel room I sat. Shocked, stunned and wondering,
“What if this was my last day on earth, what would I do?”
Thousands of miles over the road had left me weary and wondering, “Why should I get upset over a prophecy that was over 500 years old?”
Despite the fact that a lot of what he foretold had come true.
My partner was freaking out. Tears streaming down her face, she exclaimed, “Just f!%k it, if we’re all dying tomorrow, I’m going to the liquor store and get a bottle of scotch.”
Not being a drinker, I decided that if these were to be my last moments on earth I’d do something I enjoyed. (God knows I’d attempted many times to ease my emotional pain with liquor, but alcohol was a poison I just couldn't stomach.)
My present company was a bit of a buzz kill, and being in a strange town, I was alone.
Don’t Let the Bastards Bring YOU Down
Fear is a terrible task master. And I had been scared plenty of times in my (then) short life. I decided I could control only one thing…
And that was my…
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