The room is full of flies. One zips across me, then another, and I can hear the drone of many more inside of the bathroom. I don’t know where they are coming from, they’re all over the room. I kill a thousand a day. I walk toward the bathroom and throw open the door and there is this great black mass, forty thousand of them, and I spray fly-killer into it until the death fumes burn my eyes and nose.
It’s about time I used my superpower for something worthy, so I’m going to start writing about good things going on, causes that I have been personally involved with or feel particularly strongly about. This is my new ‘Good Things’ page.
There’s good everywhere. All you need to do is touch it.