when I was a kid and I saw movies or shows about superheroes for days following the experience I would become obsessed with knowing that now it had been proven possible (and recorded) to become a superhero. “I must be at the right place at the RIGHT time!” I would think and that’s right, really. Last night I was thinking about how a career move might be better for me right now. Preferably one where I can move from one wall to another—at a 90 degree angle to the street I walk on during the day. Yes. That is what I need. A change of scenery and the ability to fly. How will I do this? I am not of knowing yet. But this morning I have a bite on my left knee and beside its being huge and itching to lancing levels, we have a spider living in our bathroom. And I think my time has finally come.