“ODYSSEUS’S SCAR”: IF I HAD A ROCKET LAUNCHER. Next section of the current short story. Home is anywhere you hang your head, a.k.a. Justin reverts to melodramatic adolescence. The plot moves not at all. (Sorry.)

There are two more sections of this, both plottier than your average cemetery. I hope to have it finished by Monday.

Danger, Will Robinson!: I am becoming bored with trying to write clever disclaimers about the sketchy content of this story. So all I will say is, Enter at own risk. Management is not responsible for lost or stolen items. Filling may be hot.

Here for story so far; here for most recent section. As always, your comments are most welcome. What are you liking? What are you hating? Tell me or I shoot the dog!

LL (alias Clio): Did you get a reply email from me? I still don’t know if my daggone email works.