After my brush with death in August, I feel up to writing again. I'm sure my standards have slipped a bit as a neurological impairment will do that for you. The going is a bit slower than before as I ease myself back into the writing habit so I make no promises as to output. Today, I am posting a short story of 1,813 words titled Mr.Evans. I hope you enjoy it. As before feel free to contact me with honest criticism or praise. If you're just going to be an ass you can go fuck yourself as I have better things to do than listen to you. Anyhow, Cheers everyone.