Aleister

I once knew a guy named Aleister. That was quite a while ago and I can’t remember anything much about him other than what his hair looked like. I think I liked him well enough but I’m not sure. I might have disliked him. I am fairly confident that whatever I felt about him wasn’t felt with any great passion. I wouldn’t be thinking of him now if it weren’t for Holley having tagged me with a sevens meme.

My Side of the Story

Last week someone wrote an article about me. She didn’t name me in the article but it was about me. Overall, the article was a fine article but it left out a few points. It left out what was going on in my mind and I thought I’d add those. I think they make the whole picture

Fame

I don’t think I’m famous. Yet, I keep running into people that I don’t know who know me. This makes me think that most of the things in books and in other media are myths. I don’t think there really are six billion people on the planet. I don’t think there are anywhere near a million people living in my home town.

A little while ago, I describe a case where I ran into a guy who knew me. It wasn’t in any