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The Journal 3/23/2014
Category: Blogging
Current mood:
 stressed
((Disasters & Dipsticks))
The fall from grace didn't happen over night. No, it happened over a period of time. One event led to another, and then another, before things finally hit a head and Clint was standing there like the the coyote from a Road Runner cartoon with a help sign above his head just before the anvil hit him on the head.
The disaster didn't happen all at once. No, it built up over a period of time. First, he moved into an apartment complex, thought he'd have a crib away from wherever the Avengers were laying their heads at that day. Thought he could catch some Zzz's and watch some Walking Dead. You know, typical shit while your trying to get away from drunks in taxi cabs and lectures from star spangled, shield wielding boyscouts that like to moral people to death.
You know...the things that make you feel like your a normal person in a world that keeps spinning out of control. Like really, disapearing planes and politicians blowing shit out their asses only happens in comic books. Whatever happened to just coming home and having a drink while watching Rick Grimes blow zombies back to hell??
That was normal stuff.
What I got was a phone call and a bunch of police at my door shortly afterward. Apparently I was a killer or so they said I'd be officially charged with at some point. I had the bottle on the coffee table to argue that point but I knew better.
They just didn't get my alibi was a shit load of bottles on a table and...a dipstick move to begin with.
My past has finally caught up with me. I'm on the run but luckily I have some help this time. I'm not alone in a world of super heroes, shields, and hammer times. I have a itsy bitsy spider in my corner. I just hope that's enough. Lord knows I need it.
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