Follow Your Dreams, Except the One Where You’re at School in Your Underwear

I got home from the FBi that day, put on my pajamas got a pint of Chunky Monkey, and watched ‘The Notebook’. Five times. Everyone left me alone. I suspect they were a little afraid...

The stench that surrounded me suggested that the tarp over my face had been previously used either to transport fertiliser or as toilet paper.