When we tripped in college, the Domino's pizza guy arrived and the harder I stretched my hand out, holding a pen, trying to get it to meet the checkbook, the farther away the checkbook moved. Miles and miles. The guy just stared at me.
That went away. That was weird.
I started eating the pizza and it tumbled down a staircase in my throat.
Welcome to hell. It got worse and worse and more and more intense. I thought for sure I would die. Horrific. 12 hours of this. My arm is a tree branch, literally, and my hands are leaves, thousands of them. Spiders crawling up the walls. People just staring at me, laughing, pointing, for hours. Bonnie and Clyde on television, getting shot for hours and hours, riddled with thousands and thousands of bullets. Unrecognizable music and nobody talking to me. Yay! What a fun experience.
