I found this snippet on my computer just now. It’s probably Skin talking, though I don’t specifically mention him. I can’t remember writing it, and have no idea what I intended to do with it. Sometimes it’s fun to have a barely semi-functional brain. I get to surprise myself so often.

I used to work with one of those, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life!” chippies, an eternal optimist in a push-up bra with a day planner in one hand and a Powerball ticket in the other. She was an admin in the Portland Police Bureau training division, the person responsible for hounding those of us who fell behind on continuing ed requirements, weapons re-certifications—you name it. If a memo had an exclamation point in it, you know it came from her. Jesus.

Can’t remember her name now. Give the girl credit though. Because of her, I finished my criminology degree and took the detective’s exam. The first suspicious death call-out I answered as a freshly-minted homicide investigator was definitely the first day of the rest of something, even if it was the last day of the rest of some sociopathic gang-banger’s misbegotten life.

I’ve never been one to think about what comes next. Have a hard enough time staying in the present and cleaning up after the messes I’ve left behind. Still, I guess there’s something to be said for treating today like a shiny penny of possibility.