Unmoving, I stared into the mirror contempulating

Unmoving, I stared into the mirror contempulating the reflection glaring back at me that was not my own. I shuffled my feet and with this slight movement the relfection...

And then I realized that I was looking through a window at Walgreens, and then I knew I desperately needed help.

Yes! I, Marcus, needed so much help. I have finally admitted it, and it feels great to say it!

Unfortunately I am wrapped in a straight jacket and face mask so I cannot actually say it. So I Marcus do not know the excellent feeling that comes with asking for help, instead my

mind is occupied with the more mundane task of working back up from my tracheal tube the small metal end cap from the pen you foolishly left behind in my cage at last night's brag.

It wasn't just the motion of bringing the cap back up through my throat..but taking the infinite care not to scratch myself or worse still choke on it. No one was around. I would n

-ot have to feel too self-conscious as I heaved around the living room like a rooster until the cap popped out of my mouth and onto the carpet. With the utmost care, I washed it

& hid it in my pocket, just in case. I pondered (just for an instant) my granddaddy's desire for me to go to Yale. All things considered, I probably should have listened, but

my predilection for the arts won out. This proved fateful for the course of human culture, as I founded a unique choreography that raised pole dancing to its next level. I strutted

my stuff on the great stages of the world, won many dollar bills and great praise. Thanks to my brilliance hordes of people followed my lead. And thus pole dancing eclipsed ballet