Dropin’ The Bomb

Note From Editor:

We have a returning guest “Saga Artist” this month . . . keeping it in the family for two months in a row, here’s my 14 year old son Michael Stone.

It’s dark and I can’t see anything. I can hear muffled conversation. Something about inhaling? I don’t know. I’m being moved around but I don’t know where. I’m in about a dozen pieces shifting around in the darkness. There was nowhere to go, I don’t know where I am. Ow! The light! It burns! Oh my gosh I’m whole again. I can see Jeff and Dan near me and suddenly I realize. Oh, Jeff must be Droppin’ the Bomb again.