Zombies.
I keep dreaming about zombies chasing me. The whole town is being over run by the blasted things and I am left with 5 or 6 others in a nearly finished house. We barricade ourselves into one big room with all the windows covered with closet doors. We seem to be okay but it’s only at the end where, thinking we won, we emerge from the room. There is one bastard zombie left in the house that we didn’t know of. He ends up ripping Greg’s arm off and then ends up eating his face.
Some people would say that I watch too many zombie movies, which is true, I do.
But best selling author Craig Hamilton-Parker says that I have underlying emotional issues that I can’t stand to face. He thinks that I need to confront these issues and put an end to the nonsense.
Thank you very much Mr. Hamilton-Parker. I wish I could get rich by talking out of my ass all day too.