This morning I woke to find myself lying on a rather sandy, but crowded beach. Fortunately, I was clothed at the time so as not to attract any unwanted attention. As I proceeded to rise from the sand, the back of my head pulsated with the most incredible throbs of pain I had ever experienced. My hand automatically reached around to rub my scalp and my finger tips scratched upon the flakey crust of dried blood. Had I been hit? My mind was blank. I could not remember why or how I had gotten into this bruised and confused condition. Did they want me dead? If they did, they made one mistake - they didn't finish the job. I knew only one thing - that I would find who was responsible. And I never leave a job unfinished!