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".

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.