It was a scrape that he hardly noticed.

Sure, there was a bit of blood but it was minor compared to most of the
other cuts and bruises he acquired on his adventures. There was no way he could know that the rock that
produced the cut had alien genetic material on it that was now racing through his bloodstream. He felt perfectly
normal and continued his adventure with no knowledge of what was about to happen to him.
I love the feel of wood curls flying off the lathe as I begin to shape the log in front of me. The sound of scraping
changes based on the wetness of the wood, the speed at which the lathe is turning, and the type of cut I am
making. The smell and feel of wet wood being turned are unique. The water is sprayed out as I cut through the
different layers of wood. A log can turn into anything one's imagination can think of with the right set of
hands-on tools. I have those hands and imagination. I use all of my senses and intuition to create a beautiful
object. That is why I enjoy turning wood.
He had disappointed himself more than anyone else. That wasn't to say that he hadn't disappointed others. The
fact was that he had disappointed a lot of people who were close to him. The fact that they were disappointed in
him was something that made him even more disappointed in himself. Yet here he was, about to do the exact
same things that had caused all the disappointment in the first place because he didn't know what else to do.
It all started with the computer. Had he known what was to follow, he would have never logged on that day. But
the truth was there was no way to know what was about to happen. So Dave pressed the start button, the
computer booted up, the screen came alive, and everything Dave knew to be true no longer was.
The clowns had taken over. And yes, they were literally clowns. Over 100 had appeared out of a small VW bug
that had been driven up to the bank. Now they were all inside and had taken it over.