Instinct told me it was dangerous. I could handle dangerous. Dangerous and me went back a long way. We did lunch when dangerous was in town.

Then they both smiled the exact same smile. Narcissism times two. Oh, get a room already.

Mouth in gear, brain stuck in neutral.

I needed sleep. Big squishy bunches of it. Soon.

For a brief, weird minute I felt like Dorothy in Oz, walking down the street with Terric the doubtful, Shame the brainless, and heartless Zay.

He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.

Whether you approach your dreams on soft feet or in a breathless run, just so long as you acknowledge that your dreams are valuable and worthy of pursuing, then you’ve made it.