Jeff Lindsay

At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.

When faced with people who have very limited conversational skills and no apparent desire to cultivate any it's always easier to simply go along.

And as we should all know by now, anytime you predict failure you have an excellent chance of being right.

Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?

Perhaps it was only that I did not feel any crazier than I had ever felt. I did not notice any missing gray tissue, I did not seem to be thinking any slower or more strangely, and so far I__ had no conversations with invisible buddies that I was aware of. Except in my sleep, of course-and did that really count? Weren__ we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of the neighbor__ children?

Hope is for people who can't see the Truth.

The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?

They like to tell us that it is important to speak the truth, but it has been my experience that real happiness lies in having people tell you what you want to believe, usually not the same thing at all, and if you have to stub your toe on the truth later, so be it.

I know family comes first, but shouldn't that mean after breakfast?

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.

Money to me had always been merely something the sheep used to show each other how wonderful they were.

Have you noticed how difficult it is just to get along in the world? If you're no good at all in your job, people treat you badly and eventually you will be unemployed. And if you're a little better than competent, everyone expects miracles from you, every single time. Like most of life, it's a no-win situation. And if you dare to mention it, no matter how creatively you phrase your complaints, you are shunned as a whiner.

There are still very few laws against thinking, although I am sure they're working hard on that in Washington.

It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.

In that tremendous flash of freedom, on my way to do The Thing for the first time, sanctioned by Almighty Harry, I receded, faded back into the scenery of my own dark self, whole the other me crouched and growled. I would do It at last, do what I had been created to do. And I did.

The key to a happy life is to have accomplishments to be proud of and purpose to look forward to, and at the moment I had both. How wonderful it was to be me.

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.

Quirky, funny, happy-go-lucky dead inside Dexter. No longer Dexter with the knife, Dexter the Avenger. Not until next time.