New character time. The Wyrd Sprites are my fate altering gremlins. And how I wish they weren't real. College. Freshman year. A spring semester of flirtation ends in a first date. Because there wasn't a second.

Age 17. One choice? A chain-reaction of disasters. That I am still paying for. And probably will as long as I draw breath. Change it? For better or worse, I do not know. It's not about her. But it's made all the difference.

I was 24. And it was Salisbury Steak. I can be incredibly observant. Or focused. Just not at the same time. I'm starting to wonder if I need an advisory label that states: "in case of idiocy smack 2x4 over head".

(a) I have boring brown eyes. Except. They have a dark inner ring with deep radial furrows and a wide dark green outer ring. In between? Enough gold that will "glow" in just the right lighting. Or so I've been told.

I was 22. Cast party. Summer Stock. I had become friends with one of the actors. The show was her weird way of celebrating and unwinding. After working her way through school. Debt free. As an exotic dancer.

Age 25. I dated this girl (who was 2" taller than me) for over a year. My only relationship with another writer. THIS-ish really happened walking into a bar. Not her fault. Abandonment issues over the death of her father.

Self-Help Sunday! How? I realized at an early age I have distinct personalities I could "change into" as needed. And? Time for a "sane" me. If. You ask. Has anyone ever seen the real me? I'm not sure who that is anymore.

I started using the internet while I was in college. Then. The Cleveland Freenet. I still remember my user ID – io382. Ah, the wonderful days-gone-by of chat rooms. But. I actually did meet a former girlfriend in one.

I am in a mood this week. My weirdest NDE? The local amusement park with my best friend, his older brother and their mother. While on a to-never-be-disclosed ride – my seat-belt broke. Yep. That's how ancient I am. Anyway. I remember it all – from the moment the brother tried grabbing my arms to laying on the ground. When I sat up I was overwhelmed with a sense of peace. And I simply asked the "being person" for some 7up. Fast forward to getting back to my friend's house. His sister didn't feel well – so the father had bought her some 7up. Two ice cubes. It was good.