It was during my time in the grasslands of

It was during my time in the grasslands of Africa when I contracted the virus. The native people told me it was deadly but I was convinced that I would recover.

and that I did. But the red welt on my cheek put a fear into the natives. "The mark of the beast",they stammered before fleeing. It was no superstition. I was a carrier of the viru

s. The thought of being thus marked brought the fear of God upon my shoulders. What could I do to show them I was still there for them? My heart swelled in my chest when I saw

them walking away. Our friendship had meant the world to me. I slunk down in my chair. How could something like this have happened? I was so careful. I looked to the sky and asked

What am going to do?

Well, I am just going to have to finish what I started!

But, I do not feel like doing this any more....I think I am going to grab some lunch first! I ran over to

the door. I briskly ran to the car. It seemed as if the car was so far away. The only thing that I could think about was how good some LaBerry would be. By the time I got to my car

i could not find my keys! I was searching my purse and then all of a sudden everything in my purse fell onto the ground. I beant down trying to gather my things and then i tripped.

The mescaline had finally kicked in. I wasn't looking for my keys. I was typing on my keyboard, tripping on the fantastic stories that my strange friends folded on my monitor.