Thrills, Chills and Spills...Lance Brickland Style!!

Lance Brickland doesn’t ask questions. He raises ideas about a time not so far gone. A simpler time. A land before time-- this burdensome technology. Through his pain he relates to the small man. The working man. Screwdrivers come in handy only after the time of chaos has embodied changes in gender. Lance Brickland, man of grace, man of time, travels to areas of absurdity where only he can rule the legions of microscopic alibis. Where only he can succumb to gushing aplomb that treats us all with not a little love, but a lot.
This second, in a series of 9 stories about Lance is not really a story at all. It’s a brand, it’s a question, a riddle to solve. Only Lance can solve a riddle so troublesome. How? Through asking questions, through investigating different and despondent sources, through shifting paradigms and altering world views. Only then can true knowledge rear its ugly head. Why ugly? Why anything? You can’t fix a predisposed value on an abstract entity which is time:

Lance Brickland and the Case of the Howling Mule

This story begins where the last one left off…in hell. But as we all know: “Hell is people.” Lance is no different. He is a man to and for superstition. A man that knows plenty, yet says little. Words come as spare as the change that the modernization of the Western World ushered in like a page late for the theater, but early for the movie.
Pardon that digression, but wait…here comes another. Lance had heard unsubstantiated rumors involving ‘them’. Who are ‘them’? To be grammatically correct we will now refer to ‘them’ as ‘they’. Lance didn’t have time for grammaticians. His first love labored over commas and colons too much for Lance’s taste. Lance had only to wave his wand and all was forgotten. The proctologist didn’t understand the gyst of his argument, but who really does? …