Episode 3

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Earlier this morning, I went to a ball game. Ping pong. Never did like the sport. Too hard to watch. I got very mad when one of the ping pong balls hit my forehead. I felt compelled to get makeup to hide the awful scar. I didn’t know ping pong balls had razor blades in them. Did I mention my worst enemy was playing the game? As I went down town, I began to wonder, where does one buy makeup? I felt compelled to ask one of my friends…one of my female friends. She slammed the door in my face. I don’t know why. I told her she looked very beautiful when she had on her makeup. So I continued downtown. Passed by the police station. I felt it was wise not to linger there. (Refer to last entry.) The hardware store sounded like a good place to look. It wasn’t. Next I tried the ice cream parlor. Their ice cream was quite good. I felt compelled to have a second serving. Then a third. Then before I knew it, it was closing time. I looked down, and wondered, where did my feet go without me? And where did I get this bubba. I headed home, my forehead with an awful scar. My belly was rather large, but I felt very good. I slept well that night.
Thus ends the week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

Episode 2

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Today, randomness at its fullest. I was sitting down at my TV and I realized, there is nothing on TV. The music builds. I felt compelled to make myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. After I made the said sandwich, I commenced to eating it. I realized, peanut butter and jelly don’t taste very well together. So I added jalapeno peppers. Then I realized I don’t like jalapeno peppers. I felt compelled to spit it out. And so I did. I decided to go visit my neighbor, Mr. Jones. I hopped over his fence and went up to his patio, then took a bullet right through my hat, because he thought I was a burglar. I can assure you, I quickly set him straight. The police showed up later that afternoon. They asked a lot of questions. I didn’t give them any answers. They took me down town. I didn’t want to go. And then I realized what I had done was wrong. I felt I should make restitution. I felt compelled to break out of my cell. I did so with ease. After all, I am Mr. Smith. I went over to Mr. Jones house and made restitution. I let his cat out.
Thus ends this weeks’ reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.