You figure it would have gone down in darkness, but it was only two-fourteen on Wednesday afternoon. It was horrible, yes, but certainly not life-changing. She took the cat, told me to F myself, then stormed out the door. Within hours, after a night filled with darkness, I moved on.

Lance Polin was once a high school English teacher. He taught writing to students very well. He had a passion for literature, but grew bored trying to teach it to indifferent children. He got frustrated, got unrelatedly hurt, then retired. Now, sitting around with a wife and two children, with a dog he likes better than any of them, and a cat far too nice for his genus, he sits and writes and writes and writes. He is selling a novel right now, pitching a screenplay, submitting short stories, scribbling poetry, writing comic books and a long biography of a one-time fringe celebrity and their thirty year quest to regain a prominence he never actually had. He is a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Screenwriter’s Guild, and has been a finalist in short story contests more than once.