Dear readers I believe in Miracles again!!!! I was unable to sleep last night possibly due to the combination of psychic witch energies and financial unrest, thinking about the fact that come the morning of November 1 I would once again be forced to “pay the piper” as it were and pay rent on the upstairs apartment to the Millstones, my landlord and landlady, in order to continue working on my comic strip for yet another thirty days of hilarity, and given the recent financial setbacks I have suffered it seemed that I would be unable to do this. With a heavy heart then I came to the conclusion that the only thing to do would be to sink down on my aged knees in the kitchen of the Millstones and beg them, plead with them, to show me mercy on the matter of the rent for another month until such time as I receive a Hollywood offer to develop my comic characters in the Stanford Webcomics Experiment into a true entertainment blockbuster, which given the many letters I have sent to certain major studios in the preceding weeks once the comic was “up and running” to a significant degree, seemed all the more possible.
It turns out that I did not need to get down on my knees at all dear readers, instead was merely obliged to sit in one of the comfortable kitchen chairs of Chloe Millstone as I explained the situation to her, baring my soul to her even, as she bustled around the kitchen preparing me a hot Seasonal Cider and I talked to her about Milgram and Ultra and Tuskegee and all the adventures they have yet to experience and that they will never experience if she cast me out into the cold far from my production equipment and my Internet pipeline. I showed her the graphs and charts I have prepared showing my sales traffic and the many FaceBook “Like”s I have received from you, dear readers, dozens of them over time, and how this was a clear indication of a ravenous public demand for my work that would pay off any day now in the form of “cold cash” that I could provide her in exchange for the rent. I am not at all sure that she really grasped the nuances of what I was telling her about the characters and their “world”, and the early hour may have contributed to that lack of total comprehension and communion, but something in my extremely agitated demeanor must have touched her, and she assured me not to worry about it so much and that the rent could wait as long as it needed to. I would have leapt up and embraced her soft white body immediately in joy at this news, but I have learned my lesson about making such displays and confined myself to telling her she was the most beautiful woman in Hayti, Missouri and that her husband was the luckiest man in the world to have found her, this merciful angel.
Later in the day it only “sweetened the pot” when I got an electronic mail message from Linda Junior who I am again proud to call my ex wife as she was able to talk to her superiors at work and get an advance on her wages in order to pay her “thirty pieces of silver” to me in the form of alimony as the courts of Law in this Land demand she do. It would seem sensible that I would go down to Chloe Millstone at this point and pay her the rent I told her earlier in the day that I could not pay on time, but I have a hunch that I will not need to do this, and am going to turn off the computer now in order to have a little “strategy session” about exactly where I ought to direct this “bird in the hand” to fly.
God Bless You All Dear Readers!!!!
Steve Junior
Entrepreneur