Step Six>>> The Re-thinking

As I drove around thinking about how incredibly cool and wonderful I felt in my car, I realized that I was losing sight of what my purpose was way back as a pre-teen. I had done many of the things I had set out to do, actually most, but I had been having too much fun to get down to the business I had planned so many years prior. Before any of you even say it, I know what you are thinking. For someone who is just 16, even TWO years prior is a fucking long time ago. I don't have the time warp advanced age brings a person, so just let me do this. I don't mean to offend anyone, but I always hear that, and you did, too when you were a kid.

Anyway, I began trying to remember what I had wanted to do. It would take some more clandestine operations than that which I had employed recently. I just love the word clandestine and always tried to use it whenever I could find an appropriate time to do so.

I hope you all recall that time when as a youngster I had "fallen" off my bike in order to get that wonderfully unknowing teacher to "help" me. This was the crux of my plan. No, it didn't involvce him specifically, but it involved his reaction to my kiss. He never said another word about it to anyone, including me, and I never used it again, at least not overtly. I do believe, though, that I could have shot a spitwad onto the tip of his nose and he would have done no more than glare at me. I probably fucked up his way of thinking for a long time if not forever, but that was immaterial. I had known and tasted power and there was no turning back.