​The area of the city I lived in was on the outskirts of town. And slightly beyond these outskirts was a ravine and just before that ravine was a cliff that had a several hundred foot drop into the abyss. The area that surrounded the cliff was heavily wooded and if you were not careful you could be hiking through the bush and suddenly step off the cliff and fall to your death some three hundred feet below. There were warning signs everywhere but it still didn't prevent the society of stupid people from walking to edge of the cliff and climbing over the barbed wire fence to get a closer look into the ravine. Over a dozen had died over the years from falling into it; all because of sheer stupidity. 

​At an undetermined point in the past I was working the graveyard shift at an undisclosed location, and at this particular location I was the supervisor of a non specific department. In my department I had a lead hand, who is someone acts as an assistant; and in this story, we will call him Doug. Just so you know, the names and places have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty, but when working the graveyard shift, I have found out that there is no innocence only guilt.

​When I was a young lad my father would always complain about back problems which had started at his work. Apparently at his job he had been sitting for long periods of time and while sitting he moved to one side and there was a twitch in his back. It locked up on him and he fell out of the chair and ended up on the floor in the fetal position. From this point he was hauled away in an ambulance and at the hospital he was in traction for a about a week and has had back problems ever since.

​Almost twenty years ago I worked with a man on the night shift named Sam Mcsorley. During the five years I worked with Sam I got to know him fairly well and came to realize that he was a drunk that liked to frequent massage parlors and call on prostitutes to visit his apartment. 

​I was fortunate enough at my job to have a secretary to take care of all of my clerical duties which can often bog down a manager at his or her job. I was also very blessed to have a secretary that was not only intelligent and efficient but also stunningly beautiful. She was dressed to perfection; nothing about her or her work was out of place. Matilda was the dream secretary. 

​Anyone that has ever worked in retail has several customers that they deal with on a regular basis who they dread or even fear. For twenty years I had worked at a smaller drugstore that was near a senior's complex. Every day I dealt with all of types of seniors and for the most part they were all very pleasant. As for myself, I was very patient and considerate to everyone who shopped in the store. But even with my unlimited patience I sometimes could only take so much.

​During the covid pandemic all of the gyms shuttered their doors for a little while. The gym I was going to was no exception. I still needed a place to workout so I decided to drive to the outskirts of the city where there were outdoor workout stations being built for future residential areas. I would park my car in a parking lot that was about a kilometer away from the outdoor workout facility and hike the kilometer to start my workout.

​Usually when a person has a stalker at work the stalker is interested in this person in a romantic way. But when I had a stalker in the workplace it was not a female but a male and this male was not romantically interested in me. This particular male named Tyler was the custodian at the store I was working at. He was in his forties, unmarried and lived with his grandmother. I had hired him and trained him so there was a certain amount of togetherness at work in the beginning but after I had shown Tyler the fundamentals of custodial work it was time for him to leave the nest and go on his own.

​As a young boy during the summer evenings I would walk back home later at night, usually after eleven o'clock, from a part time job as a dishwasher. This job was about a twenty minute walk from my house. 

​In the summer of 1990 I was very fortunate to play in the Canadian Little League Baseball Championships in Ontario. It was the second greatest experience of my life and shortly I will tell you about my first.