Armageddon

I have seen the end of the world. My dreams have opened up a window to the future, a mere glimpse into the terror that comes.

When nuclear Armageddon occurs, I will be playing golf with Tiger Woods. Nuclear winter will descend upon us, quicker than a pack of electric golf carts. The howlings winds, barely able to drown out the whine of the engines.

My chip shot onto the green falls short...rolling down into the already freezing water. We take off towards the open air pavilion. Safety.

My parents are there, surrounded by a group of adults that look suspiciously like they just stepped off the Mayflower.

Ignoring the panicked adults, I sit down at my computer and start to post my last blog in this world. My manifesto.

















My mind has blanked. I have to rely on the words of the immortal Ted Theodore Logan and Bill S. Preston Esquire.



"Be excellent to each other."

I only hope that those who find our remains take this message to heart.