Turns out my overbearing boss had IT install

Turns out my overbearing boss had IT install a keystroke recorder on my keyboard a while back. Something must have really triggered an alarm because at 4:20 this morning, a SWAT

team shouted, "4:20!" and the entire team smoked three pounds of grass. They were stumbling through our building on a search and destroy mission looking for Hostess fruit pies and

cheating on their boyfriends without realizing it. The marijuana-laden team continued spouting drug-addict tropes, syncing random music with random films and trying to smoke other

things like coffee and banana peels. The cheerleaders slumped back in beanbags and watched 'Beach Blanket Bingo' while listening to Kraftwerk. They were stoning the wrong way.

But they were folding stories all day and night, making life easier to tolerate. It was better than riding the subway in any event! The Subway Slasher was at large.

s/he'd s/ashed the J-/ine and the rear-end / was in trundd/ed into a dead end in Cana/ street. The cars were empty (so / thought). The /ight flickered strobe/ike as / exited.

Evidently, | need a better exit strategy, because once | freed myself from forward slash hell, | found myself inadvertently stuck with a vertical bar. |t really did sting, too

|t only needed a backflip & a promise of a promise of marriage & I was free of it,at last. I was ecstatic I ran along the beach, the sun setting. Then I remembered that look on her

I simply stared at him then. These were people I had known all my life, the people who had raised me. And how foreign they seemed then, how strange. I took a deep breath and ran.