Thanks for the fav on INKTOBER 20: Tread - 1, 2...3. Good, all there.
I always worry about losing my marbles. Sure, you try to keep them in a safe place, like inside my neighbor’s cat, Marquis de Bob, or buried with great aunt Angus, but sometimes I can’t help but get the feeling that someone is going to hack my GPS, bypass my PTA level security system, assume my multiple identities and steal my marbles. And let me assure you, my fear is not misplaced. I knew a guy who lost his marbles and now all he does every day is sit around intently reading the Chinese section of his microwave operations manual, as though it conceals some deep cosmic truth. And maybe it does, the Chinese are very intelligent after all. But I just couldn’t handle that kind of life, if I was to lose my marbles. Regardless of how hard I try, I just can’t speak Chinese.