I’m cursed, of that I’m sure. Why? I couldn’t say. It’s not a permanent thing, nor is it a constant. It only occurs, in fact, when I invest in new gear. The new gear curse. What makes it really unfortunate is that I’m a gear head; I love having new things. It’s an odd thing … Continue reading Cursed

Ugly Bug

How long the old man had been standing there I don’t know. What tipped me off to his presence was the sudden, faint smell of cigar smoke. How he had managed to stand there undetected is a mystery. When I turned to greet him a simple nod was all I got. It was clear that … Continue reading Ugly Bug