Shh, It's A Secret

“Big giant ships made of steel.” I said that the other day. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I thought they’d sink too. I mean come on, steel is fucking heavy. But today, the first day on the job, I learned the biggest trade secret known to man. It turns out they use a special kind.

Floating steel.

No wonder we’re a super power!

Chapter 19

I dove into the deep end of the midlife crisis pool. No. I’m not referring to the watercolor class I signed up for. Sure, sitting in a room with eight older ladies painting happy trees certainly qualifies for midlife crisis status, but that’s mild compared to what I did last week.

I’ve gone out and got a new job. Yes, that’s right, I’m giving up job security and high speed internet access for the unknown. I will no longer be involved in the design of brain slicers and butt probes. Instead, I will be involved in the design of big giant ships made of steel. I’m going from my own office complete with a real human skull to an anonymous spot in the middle of cubicle land.

At least I didn’t buy a Harley.