Out on the sidewalk in front of my house there was a newspaper. Since I had already collected the regular paper, I wondered what it was. Sometime the local (useless) paper gives out free ones. So I went to check it out.
The Final Times.
Wow. It looks like someone is proud of going out of business. This is it, the Final Times. Last issue was probably The Next To Last Times. (I was going to say The Penultimate Times, but I don’t think the people who read The Final Times would get that.)
I think I know where this came from. Me and my immediate neighbors were the only houses on the street with… this laying out in front. The next house is the Home-Schooling Church-Going Promise-Keeping Good Family. They must be watching out for my Eternal Soul. Which is a load off my mind. Now I won’t have to keep an eye out for it and make sure it doesn’t play in the street.
I’m half-tempted to open it up and look inside. But I need more tempting than that. Allllllthough… if they have the inside scoop and just know that these are the End of Days, maybe they have the lottery numbers for next week too…
Too bad I don’t have a bird.
These are the Days of my Life…