Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

One little ripple started today could create a typhoon fifteen years from now.

There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.

Two steps behind her, I say her name. "Skye.

I needed a break... from myself.

Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst.

Imagine ten or tweleve orange chairs arrainged in a circle, with the happy woen from the flyer sitting at opposite ends. Only problem was, from day one, they weren't happy. Someone, whoever made that flyer, must have digitally turned their frowns upside down. They wrote about death. About the evilness of men. About the destruction of-and I quote- "the greenish, bluish orb with wisps of white." Seriously, that's how they descibed it. They went on to call Earth a knocked-up gaseous alien needing an abortion.