My name is John. All I do is troll, troll, troll, no mattah what.
My brother’s girlfriend ate my leftovers.
She didn’t do it because she was hungry. No, she did it because she is crazy and trying to steal our home. She ate them because she knew in a few hours I would be drunk and hungry and wanting reheated meals. I mean, she even left one wing as if to say “I run this bitch.”
Surely this is the point where I go nuts and stab her only to find out that she isn’t even real and that I stabbed myself and when I come to, I find out that my brother has been dead for ten years. Then I get sent to an insane asylum where I discover that I am not a visitor, but a patient who has lead a team of girls to liberation through dance and multiple intertwined realities. And then the kick wakes me up and I am still in the first dream.
