Repeat After Me…

I was sick for a good long while and had to go run errands soon after I finally started to feel better. Only to find that the breaks were out in my car – while in the middle of rush hour traffic. I survived that but of course I started wondering if this was some kind of massive plot by unknown forces to do away with me. This is real life though, not fiction.

No sooner do I have that comforting thought than one dear to me gets shot, in the chest, as part of some kind of revenge hit.

Please, repeat after me:

This is not fiction. This is not fiction. This is not fiction.