The Bloody Doors Off

Shit.

II had this idea.

It was clever.

It was. Dry.

But by the time I got here.

I’d lost it.

Whoosh.

Some writer is gonna have fun with that one.

Unless they choose to ignore it.

Why would you ignore that idea?

It was good.

Yeah, but it was mine.

And then I’m asked a kindness.

Which I am happy to do.

Wait, isn’t that–? Shit. Gone again.

Relax, Koster.

If it’s meant to be.

It’ll be back.