It’s strange, growing up in a society who’s only form of technological innovation is finding ways to build bigger guns that can fire bigger bullets at the enemy.

Folks don’t have original ideas any more. There’s no room for them. Unless of course it happens to be an idea about how to make a bigger gun or a bigger bullet.

I have original ideas though. I sit on the burned out remains of what used to be a super-highway overpass, my fishing rod dangling over the edge, dancing on the surface of a radio-active ocean that has no fish, and I think.

I think about pet dogs, high school dances, and when it used to be safe to go out in the rain.

About mom, dad, my big brother. Cap’n Crunch and fresh milk. Chocolate, television, and sunshine.

About all the things we don’t have any more.

And music. God how I miss music.

But it’s ok, because they don’t know, what I know.

They don’t know I am going to change everything.

You’ll see.