The War on Terror
|The War on Terror: Chapter 1 by Thanos K & Asa B|
16 March 2007
My brain was down on its knees begging for a painkiller, but it would have to satisfy itself with a quick temple massage because this journey had gone on for too long and an end had to be in sight soon...I hoped.
|The War on Terror: Chapter 2 by Thanos K & Asa B|
23 March 2007
An appointment! I needed to have a bloody appointment! The whole damned place was empty, so why did I need an appointment. My brain had melted into a cranial mush...
|The War on Terror: Chapter 3 by Thanos K & Asa B|
31 March 2007
My telephone had represented my last stand against the rise of technology. Every year my stubborn refusal to adapt to the latest developments had been worn away, until only my now-antique Bakelite telephone remained as a symbol of the past.
|The War on Terror: Chapter 4 by Thanos K & Asa B|
11 April 2007
It may have been the thirteenth or fourteenth department that finally agreed to deal with my request, which naturally jumped right out of brain the moment the police operator said he would happy to help.
|The War on Terror: Chapter 5 by Thanos K & Asa B|
18 April 2007
Can you believe that I now am on the verge of having a drinking problem! Ever since I began this saga with the police department I have been polishing off a single bottle of malt liquor every two days and that is only because I sleep through one of them.
|The War on Terror: Chapter 6 by Thanos K & Asa B|
27 April 2007
I am beginning to lose my grip on reality, although this is, in part, due to my nervous system causing my hands to sweat more than usual leaving me unable to even hold a towel.
|The War on Terror: Chapter 7 by Thanos K & Asa B|
20 May 2007
Yes, I\'m still here, although even I have had my doubts. We all have those moments of clarity...is that the right word...when we suddenly stop whatever we are engaged in and ponder what the other seven billion souls are also doing at that moment.
|The War on Terror: Chapter 8 by Thanos K & Asa B|
08 June 2007
Pzzzzzzzzzz. What is that? Pzzzzzzzzz. It was like a, it was like an extra tiny small minute bee that was hovering around me. I pretended that it was singing to me, but the song it had chosen became irritating, a bit like a bad cover version performed on