A Much Lamented Death

A person died here today. A person who so many of us have relied upon over the years to provide us with safety and understanding. A person who was at times flippant and amusing, and at others poetic and heart-wrenching. Yes, ladies and gents, today, here at the KGB-B[lahhg], the Third Person died.

The time just came. It needed to die. The narrative here at KGB-B[lahhg] would forever be limited, and I just couldn't accept that. Also, it was really becoming a pain in the derriere. Trying to figure out how to readjust thoughts into the third person is quite time consuming, and as most of these entries are composed in the lapses between helping guests at the Hudson it was just no longer practical.

Sorry Thirdy (I called him Thirdy), you had just out lived your usefulness. I have been assured that he felt no pain in his passing, and that his last words were a blessing to us all. "Good luck y'all," he said in his final breath, "Just try to remove yourself from your actions without me. Suckaz!" Thirdy always had such a wry sense of humor.

Disclaimer: No actual Third Person's were harmed in anyway in the writing of this entry. The views and opinions expressed above are solely those of the author. This includes the contention that the third person is masculine. His just happens to be.