Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

Plays. Hospitals. Perfect Dark. Dorks.

For some stupid reason, a math teacher (Schneider) asked me to be in a play. She handed me a script and I had one day to learn it before performance. I got the first half down pat, but the second half was insanely confusing. I was supposed to be announcing horse race results, and I had no clue how.

Ashley Sander was in it for some reason, and the stupid bint walked out on stage with her script, and read it from there. Everyone bitched at her for ruining the show, and we all went home.

I was rushing through a hospital to take out someone or something. I was in a red nurse’s uniform, and I jumped a gate similar to a subway gate. I quietly snuck around the place, and grabbed an IV bag from a stand. It had blood in it.

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Someone just whispered in my ear . . . a female voice . . . “And when I saw it, it was an eyeful.”