No sooner did I launch this unfortunately titled literary catastrophe then did one of its faithful readers playfully note that it is actually an anagram for “Help(s) Tim, Check Noose”.
As I considered my witty retort, I couldn’t help wonder about the comment’s underlying intentions. Should one be moved to rush in and prevent my demise or rather ensure that it is carried out with proper precision in accordance with my apparent desires? Knowing the source, it’s safe to say she’d promote the rescue option. Good thing, as the gallows is one sight I’m not ready to see.
No, no cry for help here folks. Sure, we’ve all had our moments – our days, weeks, perhaps even a year or two when life seemed dipped in a vat of skunk-scented monkey manure, but clothes clean, smells fade and people, even your worst critics are suckers for the come-back story you’ve yet to write. And write it you will.
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