There were twelve. Twelve places set. Twelve boring dull-thud professors expected. Life! hahaha Life has such contempt for us when we think we know everything.

Nothing horrible happened. Well, nothing absolutely out of the ordinary anyway. Not out of the ordinary in 2024. One guest was slammed into a brick wall by a dust collector truck. He drove across its path. Done deal. No one does that. Everyone knows not to. So, he's dead.

There were a couple of us who simply did absolutely nothing and stayed home and stayed safe. Sometimes, to survive, that's what you choose. Not me. But maybe you...You, if you were here. Alive in this time.

But your not and that's why you're reading this crap. I've got no illusions that I'm going to win any great writing awards. Not with this. No. This is meant merely as a warning.

Slap-A-Story doesn't exist anymore. Not much on the internet still actually exists...and by exists, I mean that there is anyone alive to maintain it. Not many people survived the shit that has happened to humanity since then and now. Then being the second year of President Obama's administration. And, to be clear, it had absolutely nothing to do with that great great man! He was really the last truly ELECTED President.

I don't mean to throw my voice back in time and scare the shit out of you, but he was truly the last President 'elected'. Every president since then has sort of been set up by Big Pharma and Big Oil. No Joke.

In fact, even though it was completely extraordinary, Dick Cheney wasn't even officially running for office, but magically, out of nowhere, when the time to announce the winner came, there were enough write-in votes nationwide, to lead to the election of a man not even on the ballot.

If you're thinking that the future is a very corrupt place, know that this happened in 2012. Not that far ahead of the time in which you are now reading this.