Kevin N. Murphy

Caller ID feeds my suspicions. Just because I’m paranoid, does not mean “they” aren’t out to get me.

One head came around the corner, I knew what it looked like. Not what I wanted it to. Not a situation I was looking forward to. I could only imagine the conclusions that were being drawn. On all sides of the situation. Would I be given the benefit of the doubt? What exactly was the benefit of the doubt. As things stood, there was no doubt. There were six eyes that took in the facts. Three brains that drew conclusions. If I were to confront a situation that only existed in my head, would I solve the problem or create it. I can’t keep up with everyone, they all have their own motives. The more it happens the more I worry, and at the same rate, am amused by my own arrogant notions that I am actually keeping abreast of the reality. When the fact is, I also, am along for the ride. I can’t stop what I’m not sure is happening. At least not without sacrifice. There is only one thing left to do, or one thing left to do that I will mention. Wait and see. Then do the kindest thing I can think of. (That is actually three things.)

Reads like I’ve got a lot on my mind. My computer is finally closer to being set up in a way that will be conducive to lots of time wasting. What will be the fruitage? You’ll see. But will you remember?

“Friends don’t waste wine when there’s words to sell.”

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