On the show I worked last night, there was a guy who billed himself as Howard Traylor of Howard Traylor’s Dodge. His gimmick was anyone in the crowd could fight him, and if they lasted 5 minutes they’d get a fully loaded brand new Ram.
I assumed this was a work, but from what I heard it’s a shoot. How is that possible in this day and age? That’s carny stuff from the 1800s. I wish I had watched the match – there’s no mistaking a real fight for a wrestling match. Instead I saw something else when I walked in on him having sex in the bathroom. I don’t think we’re going to be friends.
Since meeting with Mr. Petticord, I’ve been working on my magic. Spending a few days with that bitter old jerk and meeting the professor reinforced that I can’t wait around for another mentor. I’ve gotten good at summoning smoke. A lot of smoke. Too much smoke. I’m trying to dial that back. I’ve also figured out how to make a flash of light that could blind someone. I’m working out non-lethal spells that can help me out of a jam.
When I summoned my fetch, Mr. Petticord flipped his wig at first. Then he asked me what it did. When I told him it didn’t do anything, he sneered. I’ve been working on that. Turns out that I can make it move a little. If I practice I can probably make it do more.
Last night I had a nightmare about a copy of myself coming in at night and strangling me. So maybe I won’t mess with that spell anymore.
Rocket Cat 