Come In, Patmos
A revelation from the wrong end of the dial. A short story.
If I hadnāt come down with the flu, I never wouldāve found out I was the Antichrist.
But there I wasāpuking, sweating, and brokeāwaiting four hours at a free clinic sandwiched between a guy coughing up blood and a woman reading a conspiracy blog out loud. I was between radio gigs again, which meant no insurance, no backup plan, and no wifi.
Radio jobs hadā¦
