I can very easily see myself slipping quickly into madness to a point where I would be unable to care for my personal needs, and I would need to be taken to a home, heavily medicated, wearing some ugly worn-out blue terry cloth bathrobe and house shoes, being wheeled around in a wheelchair all day to prevent me from falling and hurting myself. And I would frequently kick off my right house shoe. My right foot is too hot, you see. And I would watch Bruce Lee's "The Big Boss" every day multiple times. And I would drool on my terry cloth stomach. And any change in my routine would cause me to bite my cheek so that I could spit blood at anyone. Everyone maybe. Until the turn on "The Big Boss" again. The only thing that soothes my inner psychotic Hulk is "The Big Boss". Cuz I'm that crazy.
Any moment now.
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