Can you keep a secret?
Everyone loves a secret. From the playground tittle-tattle of who’s in trouble and why, to the tales behind filing cabinets of who’s kissed who.
I love secrets. So do you.
It’s a powerful feeling knowing a secret. And the more people who want to know it, the more powerful you feel.
Yet most people fritter that strength away because they can’t keep a secret.
I can.
I once knew something that everyone in the country wanted to know. You all know about it now, but for twelve days I was the only person on the face of the earth that knew. Walking about, knowing that I knew what you all wanted to know, carrying that precious information; well, I’m not ashamed to say it gave me a hard on.
A solid week of rain and a curious dog let you in on that little ruse.
That’s okay.
I have four other secrets. Soon I’ll have five.