Episode 11

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Emotions…are so emotional. Why do we have emotions? I pause, and I wonder. Then I reflected. And I reflected some more. Then I felt compelled to become a hippie, and spread the loooooooove. So I grew my hair really long. This took only a few days, because I used hair tonic. That stuff works miracles. Then I bought some groovy clothes. And I went outside, ready to spread the love. But, mysteriously, everyone had disappeared for the day. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they were hiding. Good thing I know better. They were all going to throw me a surprise birthday party. Everyone in town. I hope they know what I like. A big cake and lots of presents. I hope I get a motor scooter. On the day of my birthday, I walked in my house, expecting to be surprised. Fortunately, I wasn’t disappointed. My neighbor’s cat was dead, in my house. Fortunately that was not the only surprise that day. They did throw me a birthday party. Threw it in my window. Poor cake got glass in it. Maybe they don’t like me so much. Naw…I’m such a nice guy. I just love to spread the love.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

Episode 9

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. I watched the Lord of the Rings last night: back to back to back. No I think you misunderstand me…I watched the trilogy back to back to back. That’s nine movies. My brain feels quite warped. I feel much better. After the recent loss of my dear mother, watching movies is the only meaning in life. Then I paused, and reflected. How Gollum could survive being so skinny. He must be more like a stupid fat hobbit. As I was thinking these thoughts, I suddenly looked down and saw my feet again. The music swells in joyful harmony. And as the music swelled, so did the smell. And I decided I must wash my feet. But then I was pondering on the merits of cleaning one’s feet. After all, they will only get dirty again. I decided it was about time I went down town again. Ah the city. The hustle and bustle of the city. No, that is cliché. The bustle and the hustle. And then the bustle and the hustle of the quarterback, as the quarterback hustles toward the end zone. I believe I have gotten off the topic. Back to the city. I must get back…to the future. The past is such a drag. So is the present. When is my birthday?
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.