I keep reading that realism is boring. That's why people spruce it up and create wild fantasies. Granted reality TV is over the top and just straight phony. But my reality is not just laundry, eat, sleep, take the kid to school, drive here, drive there. There is stuff that's been used for entertainment that has really happened and seems believable, but when I get involved in writing something, I seem to be able to relate. It's like I've seen it happen or I've experienced it first hand. The funniest and strangest things have happened to me and the people around me. There is always a great story to hear and to get down on paper. Be it, hilarious, scary, sad, tragic, creepy or what have you. The more time I get to spend on this earth, the more ideas there are. Oh what a conundrum this life can be!
For example, just this morning, I called the police on two teenage hoodlums that were trying to steal my neighbors bike, AGAIN. In brood daylight, right as I was walking up my front porch. I actually had a conversation with them too. Had I pulled up 30 seconds late, I would have missed the whole thing and they would have got away with the bike.
By the way, they came saturday night, left their bike, took my neighbors and were back this morning to try and get their bike back. Little do they know, the police took their bike for evidence.
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