It’s a little after 1:00am and I can’t sleep. It’s my fault really because I drank a Barqs rootbeer at 5:00 in the afternoon. So what damn caffeinated thoughts are racing through my head? Of course it would have to be the first time I was tormented by prophecy. It was the summer of 1982. I got a clear impression to write down a date: October 16, 1989. I pondered that date and got a clear impression that it had to do with: Amy. I thought I would meet my true love that day and that would be her name. I kept that scrap of paper with me everywhere I went. Sometimes when I was feeling low and unloved like all teenagers do, that date and meeting Amy kept me going. As the date approached I realized I was in the wrong place to meet my true love.
Then it came.
And… wait for it…
I got…
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My discharge from the Army!
It was Army not Amy all along. It was still a special day, and it was very liberating, but it wasn’t true love. I’ve never been 100% sure what divine forces are with us and around us, but I am damn sure the universe is capricious. God probably likes to have a good laugh at us stupid humans. And lately I’ve been saying that reality is a cold cruel mistress that will kill you in your sleep if you ignore her for too long. Tonight I have nothing to add to that.
Latter Day Sinner 