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

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...