DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor did I create any of the characters here. They all belong to Craig Bartlett and Nickelodeon respectively.

NOW

Every story has a start. No matter what you hear, see, or read, it has a beginning, middle, and end. It's such a cliché and yet we eat it up like candy. In fact, we won't take anything less.

As soon as someone stops talking we have to ask "yea, and then what?" not realizing that maybe there is no more. It's like we have this endless hunger to know every little detail, forgetting that reality may not provide them. See, that's our problem. We assume that our existence is rapped up in some perfect pink bow like a movie plot. And it isn't. Face it kiddies, we didn't pay admission to get into this flick called life, and I'm not sure how to ask for a refund if we did. All we have to do is stay until the end and hope god holds a Q&A session when the lights go up. That is, if he exists.

It would be easy to think that after the events below I'd start believing in Him. But I don't. So much shit has happened in my life that I can't figure out of it was chance or some white robed sky-high guy. So maybe you can read on and tell me, Helga G. Shortman, why you think it's good idea to have faith.