In Case You're Wondering...

Let me explain about that last post. Emily, Ben and I were sitting around my computor last night and for no particular reason, Ben started to rattle of this random "story" so to speak, and I began to type it. We decided to call this series of stories "The Life and Times of Mr. Smith." We were so tickled by this we deicided to post them every week, like an article, on this blog. They actually remind me greatly of nothing posts.
So! Without further ado, please enjoy the first issue of...


The Life and Times of Mr. Smith

From the life and times of Mr. Smith. Yesterday I was walking down the street when I saw a dog. It made me pause and reflect on life. And the music was building in my ears and I felt compelled to sit and write a symphony. Someday I feel I will be known for this. Today I was walking down the other side of the street and I realized my house was very beautiful. It made me pause and reflect on life. Suddenly I had the impulse and I was compelled to go and hire a painter to paint my house orange. The painters have finished now. The next day, all my neighbors came out and complained about my orange house. They decided it was not in good taste and I should do something about it. So I went and got a can of white paint and gave it spots. Later I walked down the center of the street. I realized there actually is a lot of space between the cars and that little yellow line, fortunately. My toes are quite flat. Today I took a bus down town. It was quite fun seeing the sights. But then I noticed, there weren’t many sights to see.
Thus ends this weeks’ reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

From the life and times of Mr. Smith. Today, randomness at its fullest. I was sitting down at my TV and I realized, there is nothing on TV. The music builds. I felt compelled to make myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. After I made the said sandwich, I commenced to eating it. I realized, peanut butter and jelly don’t taste very well together. So I added jalapeno peppers. Then I realized I don’t like jalapeno peppers. I felt compelled to spit it out. And so I did. I decided to go visit my neighbor, Mr. Jones. I hopped over his fence and went up to his patio, then took a bullet right through my hat, because he thought I was a burglar. I can assure you, I quickly set him straight. The police showed up later that afternoon. They asked a lot of questions. I didn’t give them any answers. They took me down town. I didn’t want to go. And then I realized what I had done was wrong. I felt I should make restitution. I felt compelled to break out of my cell. I did so with ease. After all, I am Mr. Smith. I went over to Mr. Jones house and made restitution. I let his cat out.
Thus ends this weeks’ reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.