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Because the people who know who I am don't read it.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>. AlGoreRhythm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FTnsNmQyebo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Kx4hRfKZmro/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/StrangerInAStrangeTown" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="strangerinastrangetown" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">StrangerInAStrangeTown</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIDQXo8cSp7ImA9WhNbF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-2302626902037974162</id><published>2013-01-20T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-20T19:36:10.479-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-20T19:36:10.479-05:00</app:edited><title>Ticket To Ride: Reloaded</title><content type="html">It had been my second time in Vegas, and definitely the more memorable of the two. The first time was a day as part of a teen tour when I was 15; we went to Circus Circus, played video games and...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2302626902037974162/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=2302626902037974162" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/2302626902037974162?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/2302626902037974162?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2013/01/ticket-to-ride-reloaded.html" title="Ticket To Ride: Reloaded" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICSX8yfSp7ImA9WhNWEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-8833681507715055299</id><published>2012-12-02T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-10T21:06:08.195-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-10T21:06:08.195-05:00</app:edited><title>42 Weeks</title><content type="html">That's how long he spent in an imaginary world between the time he was supposed to get laid, and the time he actually did.



I should probably explain. It was just another Saturday night, and he was...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/8833681507715055299/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=8833681507715055299" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/8833681507715055299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/8833681507715055299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2012/12/42-weeks.html" title="42 Weeks" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMBR3k6eip7ImA9WhNSEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-5779890628986161612</id><published>2012-03-12T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-23T22:57:36.712-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-23T22:57:36.712-04:00</app:edited><title>The Notice</title><content type="html">The bartender grabbed the envelope pinned to the wall as he unlocked the door, went inside, and tossed it onto the counter as he went about his business. Every now and then he would glance at the...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5779890628986161612/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=5779890628986161612" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/5779890628986161612?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/5779890628986161612?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2012/03/the-notice.html" title="The Notice" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHR3k7eCp7ImA9WhZSGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-3173185165563310988</id><published>2011-03-27T23:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T00:35:36.700-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-05T00:35:36.700-04:00</app:edited><title>Epilogue</title><content type="html">The  bartender hesitated a few moments, the key still in his tightly-clenched  fist. He looked around the place that had been his home for the past  year, and wondered if it had all been a dream. He...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/3173185165563310988/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=3173185165563310988" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/3173185165563310988?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/3173185165563310988?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2011/03/epilogue_27.html" title="Epilogue" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8HQXw4eSp7ImA9WhZRFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-5928815936449698261</id><published>2011-03-25T08:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:33:50.231-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-11T14:33:50.231-04:00</app:edited><title>Brown-Eyed Girl</title><content type="html">I was nervous, as one might be before a first date. That it was my first first date in almost 20 years probably added to the nervousness. When she finally appeared and we shared the perfunctory hug,...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5928815936449698261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=5928815936449698261" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/5928815936449698261?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/5928815936449698261?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2011/03/brown-eyed-girl.html" title="Brown-Eyed Girl" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8MQHw7fSp7ImA9Wx9aE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-6300366895282936143</id><published>2011-02-24T08:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:21:21.205-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-05T09:21:21.205-05:00</app:edited><title>Maktub</title><content type="html">There is a strange town, just over yonder. The boy looked back at it, wondering if this time he was really leaving. He thought back to all the times he said he was, and he knew he wasn't. It was so...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/6300366895282936143/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=6300366895282936143" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/6300366895282936143?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/6300366895282936143?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2011/02/maktub.html" title="&lt;i&gt;Maktub&lt;/i&gt;" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMCQHc_cCp7ImA9Wx9UGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-7970628926277752209</id><published>2011-02-15T15:47:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:37:41.948-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T22:37:41.948-05:00</app:edited><title>Happily Ever After</title><content type="html">After she moved in, we fell in love, and were going to live happily ever after. Like everything we did, starting with that first night in the van, we did it hard and fast. When it was over, I...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7970628926277752209/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=7970628926277752209" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/7970628926277752209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/7970628926277752209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2011/02/happily-ever-after.html" title="Happily Ever After" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcDQngzcCp7ImA9Wx9UE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-7850263566779803251</id><published>2011-02-08T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:04:33.688-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-09T22:04:33.688-05:00</app:edited><title>Song of The Blue Tree</title><content type="html">He thought back to that first blue tree. The one that had sprung up, seemingly out of nowhere - he is still not quite sure who planted it. It was just there, and he was happy to make himself...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7850263566779803251/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=7850263566779803251" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/7850263566779803251?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/7850263566779803251?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2011/02/trees.html" title="Song of The Blue Tree" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8DSHkyfSp7ImA9Wx9VE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-6630037010018939114</id><published>2011-01-30T09:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T09:31:19.795-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-30T09:31:19.795-05:00</app:edited><title>Into My Life</title><content type="html">So after breakfast at the diner, I drove her to where she was staying at the time. No plans were made to see each other again, no phone numbers were exchanged. That, it seemed, was the end of that....</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/6630037010018939114/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=6630037010018939114" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/6630037010018939114?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/6630037010018939114?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2011/01/into-my-life.html" title="Into My Life" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QHQXk9eip7ImA9Wx9WGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-3783242277060271812</id><published>2011-01-23T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:22:10.762-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-23T22:22:10.762-05:00</app:edited><title>I Know This Bar</title><content type="html">The bartender polished the last of the glasses and slid it into the rack. The jukebox was playing James Carr, which seemed to please the young lady who had asked him to give it a kick. He didn't...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/3783242277060271812/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=3783242277060271812" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/3783242277060271812?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/3783242277060271812?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-this-bar.html" title="I Know This Bar" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YGRng8cCp7ImA9Wx9VE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-7453468798661462384</id><published>2011-01-17T03:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:38:47.678-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-29T21:38:47.678-05:00</app:edited><title>Ticket To Ride</title><content type="html">I could hardly believe my luck. It was a long shot, but what else did I have to do at two in the morning? It must have been the largest block in the city, what with the colleges and the hospital and...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7453468798661462384/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=7453468798661462384" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/7453468798661462384?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/7453468798661462384?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2011/01/ticket-to-ride.html" title="Ticket To Ride" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08NQn4yfSp7ImA9Wx9XFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-601539005854472873</id><published>2011-01-08T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T03:38:13.095-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-08T03:38:13.095-05:00</app:edited><title>The Old Schoolyard</title><content type="html">He had done well in the playground. Afraid of it for the longest time, one day he mustered up his courage, left the classrooms, and ventured cautiously outside. He had a rough time of it at first,...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/601539005854472873/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=601539005854472873" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/601539005854472873?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/601539005854472873?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-schoolyard.html" title="The Old Schoolyard" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMHRHg9eSp7ImA9Wx9QGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-1030416212779775008</id><published>2011-01-02T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:20:35.661-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-02T13:20:35.661-05:00</app:edited><title>Old Friend, Reconsidered</title><content type="html">I was thinking that I may have had an affair...



After I left that morning, it wasn't the same between us. We may have both realized that we might not show such restraint the next time, so we...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1030416212779775008/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=1030416212779775008" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/1030416212779775008?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/1030416212779775008?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-friend-reconsidered.html" title="Old Friend, Reconsidered" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAMRH07fip7ImA9Wx9QFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-1191201358361623711</id><published>2010-12-26T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T00:13:05.306-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-27T00:13:05.306-05:00</app:edited><title>Confusion</title><content type="html">He woke up in a daze. His surroundings seemed both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. He wasn't quite sure whether he was here or there, what was real and what was not. Until then, he had...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1191201358361623711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=1191201358361623711" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/1191201358361623711?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/1191201358361623711?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2010/12/confusion.html" title="Confusion" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMCR387eyp7ImA9Wx9QGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-1892322423394218652</id><published>2010-12-16T01:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:21:06.103-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-02T13:21:06.103-05:00</app:edited><title>Old Friend, Revisited</title><content type="html">I am starting to think that I may have had an affair.



I was separated from my wife at the time. She was a friend of a friend of my wife. At one point, she had been a friend of my wife, but they...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1892322423394218652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=1892322423394218652" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/1892322423394218652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/1892322423394218652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2010/12/old-friend-revisited.html" title="Old Friend, Revisited" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEER3Y7eCp7ImA9Wx9SGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-2575659707564398612</id><published>2010-12-10T02:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T03:10:06.800-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-10T03:10:06.800-05:00</app:edited><title>The Thin Blue Line</title><content type="html">Sometimes he wondered if he would ever get there. With each step, he knew that he must be getting closer, but it always seemed just out of reach. It looked like he was getting closer, but it didn't...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/2575659707564398612/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=2575659707564398612" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/2575659707564398612?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/2575659707564398612?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2010/12/thin-blue-line.html" title="The Thin Blue Line" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUERn4yeyp7ImA9Wx9SE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-6725739856623275149</id><published>2010-12-03T02:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:23:27.093-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-03T09:23:27.093-05:00</app:edited><title>Vodka &amp; Coke</title><content type="html">It's her fault, that vodka and coke is my drink. I had always been a rum and coke kinda guy, Captain Morgan and all that, until I asked her what she was drinking. Vodka and coke? I never heard of...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/6725739856623275149/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=6725739856623275149" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/6725739856623275149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/6725739856623275149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2010/12/vodka-coke.html" title="Vodka &amp; Coke" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ABSXw7cCp7ImA9Wx9TEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-3706243663661640209</id><published>2010-11-16T10:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T13:35:58.208-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-19T13:35:58.208-05:00</app:edited><title>Mastery Of The World: Part I</title><content type="html">They were as sorry a ragtag bunch as ever tried to rule the World. They seemed to know that they were doomed to failure from the start, but they didn't care. They were in it for the fun, and they had...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/3706243663661640209/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=3706243663661640209" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/3706243663661640209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/3706243663661640209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2010/11/mastery-of-world-part-i.html" title="Mastery Of The World: Part I" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UARXczfSp7ImA9Wx5bGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-1958008651622821526</id><published>2010-11-04T01:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T03:20:44.985-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-04T03:20:44.985-04:00</app:edited><title>Zombie Breakfast</title><content type="html">I looked at the pieces of the smashed camera on the sidewalk. As shocked as I was that I had done that, I was more afraid of what I might do next. I wondered how fast I would have to go to be able to...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1958008651622821526/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=1958008651622821526" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/1958008651622821526?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/1958008651622821526?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2010/11/zombie-breakfast.html" title="Zombie Breakfast" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQEQXw5eSp7ImA9Wx5bEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-1384471331235919370</id><published>2010-10-27T05:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T05:55:00.221-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-27T05:55:00.221-04:00</app:edited><title>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1384471331235919370/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=1384471331235919370" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/1384471331235919370?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/1384471331235919370?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2010/10/wordless-wednesday.html" title="Wordless Wednesday" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcGRX0yeCp7ImA9WhVaGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-4759294613156623324</id><published>2010-10-18T08:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-17T00:07:04.390-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-17T00:07:04.390-04:00</app:edited><title>Devil in a Green Dress</title><content type="html">(Continued from Lady In Red) 



Twenty minutes passed before I realized that she wasn't coming back, that she hadn't gone to the bathroom at all. Torn between the concert I had been looking forward...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/4759294613156623324/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=4759294613156623324" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/4759294613156623324?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/4759294613156623324?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2010/10/devil-in-green-dress.html" title="Devil in a Green Dress" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAFRHk5fSp7ImA9Wx5VFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-5858334866215164758</id><published>2010-10-09T08:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:51:55.725-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-09T08:51:55.725-04:00</app:edited><title>The Gardener</title><content type="html">He had never really gotten involved in the affairs of the town. Like Arthur Dent, he was the sort who minded his own business, and left others to mind theirs. In this equation, the town was part of...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/5858334866215164758/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=5858334866215164758" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/5858334866215164758?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/5858334866215164758?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2010/10/gardener.html" title="The Gardener" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYHSHc-eCp7ImA9WhVaGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-1329892473638338302</id><published>2010-08-18T13:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-17T00:08:59.950-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-17T00:08:59.950-04:00</app:edited><title>Lady In Red</title><content type="html">"You, come here," she said. What else could I do? I went. She grabbed me and kissed me. I kissed back. She told me to get in the cab. I did. On the way, her mother asked what I was doing there. I...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/1329892473638338302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=1329892473638338302" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/1329892473638338302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/1329892473638338302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2010/08/lady-in-red.html" title="Lady In Red" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUFRH07fSp7ImA9Wx5SFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-745746911386322685</id><published>2010-08-09T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:20:15.305-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-09T21:20:15.305-04:00</app:edited><title>The Prisoner</title><content type="html">The prisoner was brought to the town square. The judge read the charges, rendered the verdict, announced the sentence, and retired for the night. The prisoner stared at the small crowd that had...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/745746911386322685/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=745746911386322685" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/745746911386322685?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/745746911386322685?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2010/08/prisoner.html" title="The Prisoner" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ARXkzeyp7ImA9Wx5TGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1316571640829439492.post-7826827173608182439</id><published>2010-08-03T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:00:44.783-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-03T13:00:44.783-04:00</app:edited><title>Old Man</title><content type="html">You sonofabitch. Do you have any idea how many times I've said "I wish you could have met my father?" I've said it to friends, girlfriends, my wife, my girls - your granddaughters that you didn't...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/feeds/7826827173608182439/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1316571640829439492&amp;postID=7826827173608182439" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/7826827173608182439?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1316571640829439492/posts/default/7826827173608182439?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itsgettingstranger.blogspot.com/2010/08/old-man.html" title="Old Man" /><author><name>Legacy2000</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYF5I3vmSF4/T9d3_jyqEbI/AAAAAAAABU0/wQBQPFbcxjU/s220/legacy2011.jpg" /></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
