You wake up one day. Pick up your depleted uranium coated cellphone. Another message from work. You're thinkin',  'Leave me alone. It's Saturday, leave me alone.' It says it is urgent that you call the office right away. While still in bed, you call the f*cking office. Your non-binary boss answers and says you are fired, then hangs up. You're thinking, 'You  motherf*cker...I'm gonna come down there and...' Damn. WTF. You look up and over your new cooling heating anti-matter green recycled energy pillows...to tell your significant other the bad news. Oh, they are out of bed already. Okay, you put on your jammies and go down the stairs to the kitchen. Funny, you don't smell any genetically enhanced coffee brewing. There is a piece of non-tree binding synthetic plastic paper on the kitchen table. Oh, a note...probably went to McDonalds to get some raisin-fed whole grain sausage and proteins altered hybrid cheese Mcmuffins. You pick it up. It says, 'You bastard. I'm leaving. I never want to see you again. Me and the non-gender specific pool person have been having an affair, and we are getting married. I cleaned out the bank accounts and changed all the passwords, so good luck d*ckhead. I left you the hormone-altered interchangeable breed binary-selectable catdog...it's ugly anyway. Like you.' What? They are YOUR accounts. You put down the note. Scruffy, the gluten-free catdog, who is now in transgender cat poodle phase, comes up to you and bites your leg. F*ck! Little f*cker drew blood. You try to kick it down the hallway, but it bites your other leg. You tell the dog, 'I'm gonna change you into an all-male wiener dog, you little bitch!' It runs and hides under the kitchen table, evading your kick attempts and barking like a Chihuahua. You go into the living room. Uh-oh. You turn around. Your plasma-jet solar flare goldfish bowl 190" 32K Supa-ultra-HHD10nth non-steroidal TV is gone.

You're thinkin' about going in to the gun safe. 

No, you had some range time yesterday. Then you remember the garage...'Oh, f*ck,' you say, and run into the garage. Yep, the illegal gas-guzzling candy apple glitter pink VS logo Dodge Viper is gone. They left you the puke-green Tesla, but took the charging cable. You walk to the back of the garage where you have a secret Get-Smart invisa-rainbow unicorn door, that opens when you say 'Poppyseed Bagel.' The door opens and your Harley Fatboy is still there. Thank the God Astronauts. You thumb up the pipes and drive right through the garage door with your Terminator Arnie sunglasses on. You ride down to the river. The water is still brown, like it was before the last Ice Age. You gotta lotta thinkin' to do. You park the bike, and start walking along the river. You walk for a while. You decide to take a break at a fallen tree. Damn thing fell halfway into the river. You sit on the fallen tree and look around. FTFW. You catch a glint of sun rays in a shallow pool of water, formed mostly by the disruption of the tree branches near the banks. You get up and walk over to the spot where you saw the sparkle. You get down there and look down. You looking for a while, cant figure out what you're looking at. A sign from the heavens? A way out of the way you're in? 
Nope. It's my reflection.

The Way I'm In Mix

Why do I do this? Because, well...I know it might sound crazy, but I do it for you. It's a longer story, but ya, for you.

The Way I'm In Mix

DAG RIPLEY