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I didn’t want to relax into that level of expectation, because I knew that would make the retreat back into obscurity that much more disappointing. Would I be content to simply run my fan forum from a place of anonymity after this? I wasn’t sure.
And if they knew who I really was, was there any way I’d be accepted into their inner sphere like this?
Talking Disaster Forum
Topic: Walking Disaster - Reviews - Horizon - The Rock Paper - Page 9
Di$a$ter wrote:
Testing one, two, three. Is this thing on?
Attention boys and girls. Operation Bollocks is back on. Forward march!
DeadFan wrote:
Did you guys see Pumpkin’s post above?
Di$a$ter wrote:
Check the blog, DF.
DeadFan wrote:
*blushes*
Sorry. I saw this thread lit up and wondered. Carry on.
Insidious wrote:
Ha ha! They don’t validate your email address, so I’ve been spamming the comments with my pithy wisdom all day under a variety of creative monikers.
Di$a$ter wrote:
=D
Walker wrote:
LMFAO Sid. I’m heading over. Doubt it will do much good, but I’ve been spoiling for a fight since I read the word “derivative.”
RobinHood wrote:
Give him hell, guys! *popping popcorn*
Chapter Ten
Wednesday morning, I got ready as quietly as possible, hoping to sneak out without disturbing Jo or Micah. I was starting to feel bad for taking advantage of their hospitality. If they fed me and sent me off to work in a glorified limo again, it would only compound the guilt. I could grab coffee and breakfast on the go.
I hadn’t realized how hard it would be to find a place to live. The sheer number of ads on craiglist overwhelmed me, and I didn’t know the neighborhoods or how to vet potential roommates. I planned to ask around at work and do some intense research. Later.
Once I was out on the street. I woke up my phone to locate a subway stop. The notification light blinked, and I groaned, wondering what Ash wanted so early, but the text was from Shane. With a goofy grin, I clicked through.
Good morning. This is Shane. I just wanted to tell you that I really enjoyed talking with you last night.
At the corner, I entered the coffee shop and got in line. While I waited, I texted back.
Hi!I tapped the phone, trying to think of something more interesting, but all I could come up with was:I had a nice time, too. Hope to see you again soon.
No response came while I moved up the line. I placed my order then pulled up my own website to see what nonsense had transpired during the night after those two trolls had stirred the pot. But all was quiet.
