Choices. They are excreted through an endless vice named oppurtunity. Jake found sadness in the memory of lost encounters with women. The 45 year old Spanish woman working at the insurance agency past closing waltzed her way into his conscious smoothly asking
'Senor wold cha want some cafe.'
Coffe burned his throat but he didnt want to refuse anything from her.

Continued from Auguest 2 2007

With a sounding thud Igor jumped from his chair. He strode to the door expecting a UPS package of Pound Puppies or a life size canvas Skeletor. Instead Igor gazed down at a rosy cheeked dwarf. Dressed in his usual garb of flashy crimson, this tiny little man reminded Igor of a sparkling ruby or a humongous cherry Jolly Rancher. It was a close tie. As Igor stood dumbfounded with the cool breeze slapping him across the face Frank decided to take charge as he walked right into the house. Without skipping a beat he sat down at the kitchen table and began to explain the situation at hand.

-Gentle Sir, my name is Frank Le Carib otherwise known as Frank the Ferocious. Lovers of mine scream Francis. Tell your friends. You may wonder why I am here sitting before you, SO wonderfully dressed I may add! "

While Frank continued to ramble, fluttering his hands around like a flamboyant dictator, Igor scrambled for his thoughts. Franks bright dress was still stinging his eyes causing him to lose concentration and constantly blink. Quite aware of Igor's bewilderment but not exactly caring too much Frank decided to ditch the monologue after a few more verses.

-It has come to my knowledge, through the pipeline, that you need to rejoin the living. Eagerly waiting around for Pound Puppies to arrive is a silly, sad way to peddle through life. Your a grown man for goodness sakes! You should be out dancing at balls, wearing masks and drinking spritzes!"

Instantly a vision of Igor gleefully rolling around on his carpet with stuffed animals flashed into Frank's mind. Disgusted by the thought, especially since it may have been true, Igor violently removed his gloves. In a split second he was lashing out at Igor with quick snaps, the black leather stinging Igor's cheeks and left eye socket. Due to Frank's limp wrists the blows only evoked howls of laughter upon his victim yet the assault was enough to get Igor's attention. Lightly pushing Frank back into his chair Igor took a seat next to him. The leprechaun began to slow his breathing. A small smile emerged from his Joker like face. He was pleased to see Igor patiently waiting to hear more, like a preschooler pausing for refills on animal crackers.

-For my assault I apologize. It is just very vexing for me to find a man of your ability wasting time on such folly.

Deciding that he must explain Igor squeaked out,

-Those toys were to be gifts for my grandchildren. I ordered them three weeks ago for my youngest ones birthday but someone stole it.

This was not Franks first call on Igor, but it was the only one Igor knew about it. The dwarfs prior indignation partially stemmed from a visit he had made two weeks earlier. Although Frank was an official LIFE GUIDE he still had his vices, such as stealing and pain pills. And on a moon lit evening two weeks prior he stole off with those packages, Skeletor barely tied down to his Vespa. . Disappointed with himself he tried to shrug off his shame. And he did. Frank didn't cling tight to situations of that nature. Forgiveness was bestowed upon himself as easily as others. It was in his job description.

-Well, Igor that makes more sense yet those gifts will arrive whether you wait for them or not. In the meantime you must rise, shave, shower, clean your balls and get ready for an evening of fantasy and fun.

Caught off guard a little at the testicle comment, Igor was a bit excited at the prospect of venturing out. Now it wasn't fishing but it was better than Hungry Man's and drooling over Vanna White as she chases down a vowel. Anyways, Frank had his mind on a different kind of catch and it wasn't from the lake.

Comanches strike from the outside. Inevitable decimation lies at ahead yet you stand in presence. To focus on the future would be ridiculous but to deny it would be preposterous. So go ahead and be valiant for the day will come when you will face the natives and you may shit your pants. Or perhaps you won't. Maybe you will stand there with eyes vacant of expectation, collectively letting your fear flow right out through you.

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There was always enough time in a day for Igor to go fishing. After he had hauled out his skiff and attached it to his trucks trailer, he began the 45 minute journey to Emerson Lake. Fall fishing was his favorite time to be out on the water. There was that familiar crispness that awoke a calm yet uplifting spirit in him. With it's frosty breeze whipping across his face Emerson Lake was able to instill all the feelings of vivacity that Igor had thought were gone. Despite the loss of his longtime fishing buddy, Georgios, Igor had worked up the strength to continue on since his friends death seven years earlier. After Giorgios' passing a season of apathy descended upon his interests. Fishing had become synonymous with his friend and the very thought of pulling his skiff out from the side of his house never entered his mind. That was until he met Frederick the French Leprechaun. Frederick was not a real leprechaun. He would have to be Irish to be one yet he was tiny. Very tiny. At 4'6 and with a beret of soft orange this Frenchman was kind and sweeter to his fellow man than a chocolate eclair. Famous for his suits of shocking red and purple Frederick instantly became a hit in the quiet town of Postus. But Frederick did not suddenly appear in this quiet section of Ohio for social reasons. Through miniature radar he had learned of Igor's absence from Emerson Lake. In order to understand the emergence of Frederick you have to believe that in life there is order. Even chaos has its own chaotic order which rides itself out in waves of destruction until a gentle tide sways back in to restore flow. Frederick was one of those special people who restored balance to the lives of those who thought they lost their way. With a cross town ride on his scooter the Frenchman was knocking ferociously upon Igor's door on a cold morning in early October.