I'M BATMAN! or I thought I was. My butler

I'M BATMAN! or I thought I was. My butler keeps telling me I am this Bruce guy and that I should unlock the broom closet and take my meds. My thoughts are a bit...I'M BATMAN!

I stopped sleeping weeks ago. My Butler Alfred keeps pushing the night time alka-seltzer. But I am haunted by the image of a giant bat feasting on human flesh.

The screen in my pocket was a modern version of Dr Henry Jekyll's dangerous potion. It was all to easy to slide my finder over it and unleash the inner-troll on myself

and the world. When the app closed I woke up in an alleyway with a torn shirt & bloody knife in my hand. The next time I started Dr.Jekyll's potion app in a bar. I tipped back the

stool I was sitting on and banged my head on the floor. I was seeing stars. Heck, I could see Vegas! But the Jekyll app invigorated me. I somersaulted and entered the Big Apple, in

time for the communist love festival that was being organised there. It was not much, but still better than banging my head on the floor in some random room on the far side of

the moon. I bought a single ticket to the communist love festival and put on my new socks feeling really quite equal. Once there a man told me I had nothing to lose except my socks

which took me aback. I'd grown quite accustomed to my new socks and didn't want to give them up. So I took them off and hid them. A short while later, a communist love festival cop

arrested me for not being willing to share my socks with anyone else. I didn't care. I just didn't care. So I went to prison. Maybe some poor little elf will find them someday.