Man looking at reflection in window

Through the Mirror – The Assassin

Gunfire sprays just above my head, whizzing by and barely missing my scalp. “Seriously?” I yell, “I’m some kind of assassin in this dimension. How in the world did that happen?” I dive behind a nearby…

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Update – Sporadic Time

I went from a week with a lot of posts to not much recently. I’ve been traveling for work with sporadic internet and long work days. So, expect a little less until I return home.


Through the Mirror

Killing myself doesn’t get any easier. “Please, don’t do this,” he says, “Jim, I’ve got kids, a family.” “I know,” I tell him, “I’m you – I know exactly what you have – and the…