Here is where a writer is supposed to tell you all about the exciting things he's done. How he's wrestled crocodiles in Tanzania, bounced drunks in an Amsterdam brothel, smuggled guns to Cuba and sat in as drummer for the Who in Tokyo. Well, I've never done any of that, but hey, nobody's perfect.
My life is much like yours. I'm just another soul shoe horned into a meat puppet biding my time until I return to the one.
These stories are just dreams I lived. If I've done my job even passably well, then you may live them, too.