Will someone slap me in the face? Please? Will someone bring me back to reality?
Not tomorrow or next week, not after Hurricane Ike destroys my apartment in the upcoming 24 hours, not on Saturday when I find out, but now. Slap me back to reality.
Maybe I’ve been brainwashed; maybe I’ve been lied to. Or, maybe, but unlikely, I am just missing something. The first two seem the likeliest.