Death Ray

Haha.

My other place on the net is frequently read by a person I know in real life.

She knows she shouldn't be reading it, and she's not very tech savvy. She has no idea that I know that she's read it practically every single day for years.

We have never discussed my blog. She got the link from another in real life acquaintence of mine who I eventually cut myself off from because of his lack of discretion.

You might ask why I passively allow this other acquaintence read it. Good question.

I'm in control of what goes on there. I use what i wouldn't want her to know as my judge of what I shouldn't write. She serves a purpose to me.

Anyway, last week we were talking about the internet and I mentioned a site that I had linked to from my blog (again, I didn't mention the blog), and she said that she tried the link and it didn't work...

The first link that I had posted was a bad one.

I watched her face turn red, and I watched her backpeddle and lie, making up an extended story about a friend who had sent her the link, blah blah blah.

I was laughing so hard on the inside, but I kept it together and I'm pretty sure I convinced her that I bought the lie.

It's all pretty gratifying for me.

Long ago, she explained to me the importance of privacy and truthfulness and all of that stuff. This was because I was a coniving bastard of a liar in those days.

In the thirteenth chapter of A Clockwork Orange, the protagonist, Alex, grew up and became a decent man just because it was time to do so.

The director of the movie didn't like that ending, so he let the credits roll after chapter twelve for his version.

She knew me right through chapter twelve. I've kept the best part for myself.