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I didn’t do any talking. I believe my after work activities included some brief sharp words and a shambling zombie walk directly onto the confines of my floor mattress

The devil has tapped me like a maple tree.

Here’s the spot I tripped backwards over those short shit-diaper smelling smokestacks and landed flat on my back in 3 inches of dirty snowmelt water. Pouring down my crack like a brown Niagara Falls.

Schizophrenia eh?  That is some slick as shit -grade A -mic drop level one-upmanship.