"I have a Groupon!" Again, I showed my print

"I have a Groupon!" Again, I showed my print out to the manager, but the goons had me by the collar and belt and I was being dragged to the door. This was

going to hurt but I knew I had only one chance so I girded my loins and hit the first goon as hard as I could in the fist with my face. No effect! So I hit the second goon with

the first goon. It was total redirecting goon energy back into the goon. Something I picked up by working Craft Services on Steven Segul sets. But then a giant

guy named Andre picked me up in a bear hug from behind and I giggled. Jake

followed suit and we all cuddled in a big three-way snuggle. Jake, Andre and I enjoyed our time at the Jolly Feel Good Group Therapy. It released our post-traumatic stress. Cocoa

puffs all around with some solid fruit made for an interesting albeit way-too-sweet breakfast nosh. Still, the Jolly Feel Good Group Therapy Group forced us to eat it every morn.

We were forced to act like we felt jolly good too. The saccharine mood diet resulted in severe facial muscle cramps but we were released on good behavior, but back in the real worl

where everyone relied on caffeine and cigarettes, it wasn't all that different. Real world was so cliche. Putting their overused terminology ahead of their brains left new thought

to others. Turning vapor trails in the sky into sentences was much more attractive to me. Only problem is, that the punctuation is basically non-existent. I didn't care.