I like tuna. Not that canned stuff, but a nice tuna fillet, blackened and barbecued. The best one I ever had was in New Orleans in the 1940ís. For beverages I like tea. It is surprising how varied tea can be yet it still retains some sort of innate calming ability. Well, except for then narcotic teas of course... I despise fast food in all its many and varied incarnations.
I never had a pet. It always seemed that it would need more time and attention than it would warrant.
If Amberís interests are at stake then I would ask for help. Otherwise I would most probably try to go it alone. Of course, I would hesitate to risk my life...
I would try to see the humour in it. Unless it is a joke that is very mean natured...
I sleep comfortably, but I have never dreamed.
Revenge is usually an eye for an eye. However, if I am revenging a slight or action against Amber or Faith, well interest is then deserved. Cold is quite palatable.
I was eight. Faith and I were in private school in a shadow. There was a boy that tormented Faith. It was a daily occurrence. Faith, being Faith tried to work things out in her own way. That is socially. I found that for myself I started to have severe reactions in the presence of this boy. I do not remember his name, is it important? No? Good.
As I was saying I found that his presence would cause an indignant rage to swell up in my soul. Not only did he insult Amber, he insulted Faith. One can be tolerated in certain instances, both together require action.
It was a dark night, the new moon hung like a skulking thief on the horizon, visible only by the absence of stars. My breath escaped my lips in small whites puffs, little cloud that would waft away. I had to crawl along the huge stone fence and then gingerly shimmy up the side of the school, using the water spouts for hand holds. Every night for 2 weeks I did this, ending up on the roof of the school, three stories up. There I sat behind the gargoyle I had chosen and using my hands I slowly pitted my strength against it, trying to slowly ease it in a rocking motion. If I remember correctly it was a griffin. Well, be that as it may, for two weeks I slowly weaken its foundation. Then I ran a small wire around its back. The wire was padded so as not to leave any marks. I dropped the ends of the wire and climbed down.
At the bottom I had to climb onto the small greenhouse that sat below the gargoyle, I picked up the ends of the wire and carefully pulled them with me in to the woods. Two hours latter the boy showed up as I had left him a word that ensure his arrival. He could not refuse the invite to a secret society. His ego was quite large. The sound of the griffin hitting the greenhouse rang out into the night with a sound that one could well imagine a live griffin would make. Quite satisfactory.
He has a soft voice and he pauses frequently while speaking. He speaks neither formally or casually.
Paradise. I would send the time rebuilding mentally and physically. Reading and discussing things with the scholars there. Follow a strict physical regimen, and eat healthily. No cigarettes.
I do it myself. I trump to a nice coffee-shop/laundry. No one talks to you and they leave you to your own devices. Nice reading time with coffee and a cigarette.