T R U T H

Billy was a latch key kid back in the days when it was unusual for a grade school kid to come home to an empty house. Billy's mom and dad both worked during the day and accepted his pleas that he didn't need a babysitter and they gave in and let him come home after school, stay in the house and stay out of trouble until the workday was over. Billy got pretty good at making up stories in his head and his favorite trick was to change the characters and stories in his stack of comic books and say his new dialogue out loud even though no one was with him to listen. Let's skip ahead to now and Billy's all finished schooling, has a job with the township and lives by himself in an apartment not far from the house he grew up in. Billy loves to look around the internet and really likes to go to websites that encourage comments, which he bangs out with a passion. He's developed this knack of pretending to be in whatever field the author of various articles portends to be but takes the exact opposite side the author is promoting. He's been a "freelance programmer who says telecommuting is a fraud" and one time he said he was "a date rape victim who was treated exceptionally well by authorities." It was all fun until he got into the back and forth commentary with a gal who used the sign-in 'jewcy 94" who kept badgering Billy about his experience in Afghanistan. Billy looked up all the facts he used but jewcy just wasn't buying any of it. Billy should have just moved on but he was determined to make his made up stories stick. This went on for weeks with no end in sight. Billy slipped up in one recent posting by mentioning a pub near his college campus and jewcy said she used to tend bar there. Billy remembered this certain really cute brunette with a pixie hairstyle that used to work the graveyard shift at Moose's and wondered if by some twist of fate it was jewcy. Before he could even conjure up a way to ask her, he got his mail that day and got a letter addressed to J. C. McGillicuddy at the building across the street. He walked it over to drop it off and this great looking gal greeted him with "Hi Billy." You guessed it - she really liked Billy's comments so she traced his ip address, knew where he lived, checked him out, liked what she saw and even put the letter to herself in his mailbox. Long kiss here and enduring love ensued.

This is Billy's fate, not just one of his stories. Ah, yes it is but it has a happy ending and that's why it's here.