Hey, I don’t know what I was thinking yesterday with that whole ‘Attack on Nth Sentinel Isle’ bullshit. I just woke up, started writing, and that’s what you got.
The truth is- I’m bored. I wish my life were a little more like what I described in yesterday’s post, but it’s not. Heres what really happened last Thursday.

Last Thursday I was at home watching the new season of Weeds when the phone rang. It was a friend calling to see what I was up to.
“Oh, not much, man” I said, “Just sitting around scratching my ass.”
“Well, listen.” said my nameless friend, “I think I know where the wreck of the Las Cinque Chagas lies.”
A thimble-load of hot piss involuntarily shot out the eye of my cock, “Las Cinque Chagas?” I stammered, “The Las Cinque Changas?”
“Yes.” replied my friend, who’s name begins with a K.
“Your talking about the Portuguese carrack that sank in the Azores in 1594 with treasure valued at over 1 billion dollars?”
“The same.”
“Where? How?” I was on my feet now, drawing all the blinds in my apartment.
“You know Greg Stemm?” asked K.
“The Black Swan Project guy, of course.”
“I robbed him last night.”
My nose began to prickle and my knees buckled. I sat down.
“Jesus. Well, there’s only one thing for it now. Fuel up the Altura 840. I’ll be over in 15 minutes.”
“Can you pick up some Swiffers on your way over?” Asked Kiefer.
“You got it.” I replied, and…

Fuck. I’m doing it again.