In experienced preparation for a day at The

In experienced preparation for a day at The Happiest Place on Earth, I consumed 800 mg of pain reliever, 100 mg of a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor, and a cup of dopamine.

Coupled with a double shot of espresso from Starbucks & I was primed for my visit to The Happiest Place on Earth. Now if only Mo and Curly would not insist on going with me.

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, my hands started to shake and my head felt like it was floating away. I knew I had to say something to Mo and Curly but I became so fixated with

the idea I was going through my first transformation. Working hard to recall my father's precise instructions, I suddenly realized I had company and quickly thought of an excuse

to encase them in a cocoon too. If I could synchronize our emergences, my time lapse video would win 1st prize for sure. I couldn't transform until I deciphered my dad's sloppily

scribbled suicide note. It took me a decade of sleuthing to decode the vexing symbols. With the help of an autistic newspaper cartoonist, I learned the shocking truth. "This is the

at Family Circle was a window into hellishly soulless human life. It was like the thick, unbreakable glass in a submarine from which to watch the noiseless strange creatures

mimic life in stylized, repetitive interactions with themselves and their icy, high pressure environment. Brief captions below the Family Circle window represent their speech.

Billy had to break away, but his destiny was laid out in a dashed path. 'Ida Know' and 'Not Me' were to blame.