Jerry Whorebach wrote:

Here's an anecdote that would be more at home in a Gene Wilder movie than real life. One evening last summer, a girl stopped me on a bridge. She was exotic, Indian maybe, slender, with a black pony tail that went all the way down her back. The lights were off in the German Hall, and from where we were standing we could see someone moving around inside with a flashlight. She asked me if I'd like to go investigate with her. I said I'd love to... but I had somewhere I needed to be. The first part was true - I love investigations! And I bet I'd love girls, too, if I got to know one. Only the second part was a lie: I've never needed to be anywhere in my life. I took off and finished my run, metaphorically kicking myself with every step, then went home and fell asleep on the couch watching cartoons.

I'm absolutely convinced that no matter how badly that experience could have gone, it would've at least made a better story than an episode of Batman: The Brave and the Bold. Even one with Aquaman in it. I feel like I'm standing on the precipice of change, I just need to push myself over the edge. But not in a desperate psycho way.