Interpersonal

Last week I was attempting to teleport when I had my first success. I focused really hard and the next thing I knew I was standing next to Floyd, who was always trying to borrow enough money for a forty-ounce malt liquor. "Hey, there you are, been looking all over for ye... you got fifty-seven cent'?" I focused hard again but I guess Floyd was close by and I took both of us back to my apartment where there was a bunch of silver on my desk. I gave him the fifty-seven cents and he was happy. He never mentioned, nor seemed to even care about the teleportation part of the event and I changed my attitude toward teleporting. I realized that sometimes you're better off staying where you are. I thought about time travel backward, but I figured I'd just bump into Floyd and he has always absolutely loved forty-ounce malt liquor.