by Ray Katz | Jul 16, 2016 | Stories
It started out with clarity. Terrorists would attack innocent people for no apparent cause. They were the bad guys. It was simple. Except they didn’t like us because we supported—and sometimes installed—brutal dictators in their countries. So, they were killing...
by Ray Katz | Jun 26, 2016 | Stories
He delayed suicide again, one more time. Forrest just couldn’t end it right after she smiled at him, asked if he was lost and if he could use directions. He didn’t know who she was and a moment later she was gone. Forrest would continue for another day or...
by Ray Katz | Feb 3, 2016 | Stories
I guess it started a few months into the meditation craze, you know, the latest one. People just got more mellow. As a defense contractor, I found it unnerving but it didn’t worry me at first. Sales were good and people who aren’t big on violence still...
by Ray Katz | Feb 4, 2015 | Stories
See the stars on my uniform? I work at the Pentagon, very high up. I was there on the day the plane crashed into the building. I’m sworn to protect the American people and I’m determined to make sure that nothing like that ever happens again. We’ve...
by Ray Katz | Jan 22, 2015 | Stories
Death is nothing but perspective. It’s the ultimate vanishing point. I’m Charley. They call me the “Artist of Death” which is ironic because I make a pretty good living at it. It’s a niche market but it’s a big one. Everybody dies....