IN> so it begins

[-=|horsefly|=-]

Joe woke up in the morning with an aching feeling of loss. He'd been
having dreams of late, and last night felt completely empty. For the
past few years, he'd had particularly vivid dreams. Voices in his
head. His shrink said he needed to discuss "family issues" at first,
and then wanted Joe to talk about his need to impose his will on
others. He didn't impose his will! He was an actor, for crying out
loud! He imposed his vision of a character, that was all. When the
film was done, so was the character. What about the voices, his shrink
would ask. Well, there was this one guy... I think his name was
George.

Rest in peace, you old class clown, and may Kobal never get his hands
on you, nor Nybbas, either.
-- 
-=|horsefly|=-

"It was a different time: a time of blood and guns and killings.... It
was a time when killers needed saints, for so much of God's
good work was being done."
 --SAINT OF KILLERS #4, Garth Ennis