Next time on the Season of Leo

the Scales of Libra

That afternoon hurricane Jeb joined our group. I call him hurricane Jeb because his chaotic energy was every bit as wild as any hurricane that ever struck this area. Jeb was a cute little thirteen year old kid with shoulder length hair that had a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush and enough anger to set things on fire at ten feet. He was loud, he was abusive and when I tried to look up some of the words he used on the computer, it told me that content is blocked and doused with holy water.

Tune in next time: same bat channel, same bat station.