What better way to start a blog than by telling you about "Panamanian Crazy 8's"
"It was so wrong"
Ann Mill sat in her cell waiting for the potion to work.
"I'm only 16." She stood and shouted "Sixteen years old. I DID NOTHING WRONG!".
Jeers and shouts came from the other 500 thousand inmates in that prison.
She sat down on the little cot in her little cement cell and began to cry.
The judge has declared her guilty just the day before.
"Miss Mill. For crimes against the peoples of the Free United States of Obamamerica. You had not completed your 170 year sentence when you died of a heart attack in prison at the age of 72 as Ken Murdoff. With only 2 years of your sentence carried out, you face 168 years of imprisonment to complete the sentence that was issued by the Courts in the year 2009. "
"Miss Mill." he continued in a stern and angry voice. "It is the decision of this court that you serve the 168 years remaining in the Reincarnate Prison in Sudbury Illinois. Case Closed"
And with a solid rap of his hammer her fate was sealed, her parents disowned her, her best friends scowled at her and turned away, her boyfriend hung his head and never looked at her again.
And just today she was given the potion. That awful potion that would let her remember all the deeds done in her former life. A potion invented by one Brian Harnois who, after taking it, realized that he really had been Napoleon and was now a celebrity on OBama-wood Squares.
She cried for another hour.
Then the potion kicked in.
With a look of terror, then disbelief she let out a loud long sigh and pronounced,
"Shit. That sucks".
(Picture from Visualparadox.com)
Well my friend Bill and I are starting a new business. It should go 'live' in about 3 years. Trade show and Parlor magic.
Not sure what we are going to call it yet: Moore Beach Magic Productions? Not bad.
But it gets better. Wait until we publish the Show's name.![]()
Here's the elevator ride speech.
We will entertain your guests at parties, deliver qualified leads to your sales folks at trade shows.
We also have a show we put on each week.
It's a comedy parlor magic by both of us.
Good?
"Hellow" she purred expecting him to call.
"Hi Honey, bad news sweetheart."
"Um what?"
"I'm dead. sorry sorry only got a minute before I'm called off."
She was really disappointed. It had been lives and lives since they had been together like this and now he goes and gets himself, well what, dead she guessed.
"What happened?" she asked in a short tempered voice
"Well you see me and the boys...."
The explanation lasted about 10 min.
"So now what...what about us now?" She asked almost in tears.
"Well," he paused. "I'm seeing a new opening now but that means we will be 28 years apart."
She waited.
"I could wait!" he exclaimed with the enthusiasm of a 'good idea'.
"hmmm. no no. I could last another 60 or more. No you go ahead."
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to." His voice sincere
"Yes, I know. It's just...well... I love you"
"I love you too" he replied but this wasn't the automitic reply. This was with deep affection.
She had an idea. "Let's catch up just before I go ok? Look me up if you are out there or I'll find you. If you are alive I'll come in the 3am dream time ok?"
"Sure!" he was happy "Yes that would be great. " He paused then continued. "Yes that's great. I have to go now. I love you. Good bye" and the phone hung up
"Good bye" she whispered knowing that the phone connection didn't matter. He would hear her.
And as in all good love stories, the following day she was hit by a bus.