I was driving through Hollywood when it happened. I was right on Highland, near the Hollywood Bowl, where legends have played for generations. The heat was incredible, palpable. Drivers were slowly driving. Hobos were slowly hoboing. It happened fast. I could practically feel my brain clicking through each development, registering with increasing intensity the sheer horror. A large, bulbous spider dropped down in front of my face. It was in that precise moment that I experienced what is called fight or flight. And as I so often do, I chose to fight. I clapped my hands together with the force of someone trying to revive a fairy in Neverland. And suddenly, like Captain Hooks hand, the spider was nowhere to be found. I pulled my car over, sure that my enemy was lurking on me, beneath me, above perhaps. I searched my entire front seat. I checked everywhere... until I reached my conclusion. The panic and fear that I experienced did not just grant me the courage to slay my opponent. It gave me a temporary ability to smash my opponent out of existence. That spider is not dead. Nay, he is simply elsewhere. In another dimension? Perhaps. Magic is real.
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 17:55:11 +0000
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