Exile

It was a fine summers day in my old town, I was embarking on one of my long leisurely strolls around the CBD, the one place I can feel fine about talking to myself to express my thoughts best, pondering on what to do next. Like a brick truck out of fort Knox, it hit me!This idea, this sick twisted graft of the Invader Zim plot and Butt Ugly Martians was its own beginning of brilliance, at first I …