Epsilon Rising

The night when the final touches of the Epsilon script were delivered so that it took its present form—in fact mere minutes after the final stroke; a dear friend rang to invite me to another friend’s gig.

He told me that he was in good company and that the music was ok. On my side I had the project Epsilon just finalized, so off I went.

It was not a quarter of an hour of floating in bliss between the loveliness of the women that surrounded us and the warmth of camaraderie, before this ugly, macho, overweight, complex-ridden yaya materialized out of nowhere and pulled a gun on me.

And would have had the chance to take the shot (for I was busy talking to one of the lovelies at the time), if he had not been repelled by the shield the Force had placed upon his path (in the form of two more friends I had shaken hands with a couple of minutes prior).

Should I have a gun pulled on me a couple of nights a week or a month—a year even, I would have called the incident coincident.

But I do not have a gun pulled on me that often. It happened though to so happen on the very night of the completion of the script.

It seems it’s up to YOU.

Don’t let the powers of darkness win.