I now realize that there are only two people who post here. There is me, and there is you.
I know that you have somehow done some computer crap where I'm the only one that can access this website. I know you have registered nearly 12,000 screen names. I know that you use these screen names to goad me in to posting things that you will use against me at some future date.
I saw a copy of Paul Theroux's O-Zone in the bookstore today. I know I've read it, but I don't remember reading it. When you reprogrammed my brain, you left a door ajar, and I've pushed that door wide open.
I remember what you did to me now.
I know that nothing that happens is an "accident".
I know who you are, and where you are.
I'm not going to do anything now, except wait for you.
Because I know you will be coming.
You didn't expect me to be ready, did you?