5559 BC-
I’ve taken my favorite YN STEJ hat as I’m about to take my transporter way past the recommended level. What’s the worst it can do blow up the world. Seriously though I’ve got to be in too many places at one time my child’s toofball bame, my parents 75 anniversary and of course that paper which is due on the desk. This ingenious modification will make it all possible. What choice do I really have for it feels as if the whole world is depending on me now in this moment. This will insure my legacy will never be forgotten. So here goes 12, 11, 10……
TODAY
This is the moment that I’m going to insure my never is not forgotten. With my NY Jets hat attached to my head (for that might be all which is left) I’m about to enter my transporter. A device that will take me back and forth in no time and totally created by my own ingenuity It’s strange for as I enter it I feel like I’ve been here before but this must be some bizzare thought. Here goes nothing 12, 11, 10… dammit it stopped out of know where. As I look to the back it appears that the wire has been mangled but by who and how?