Thirty-third Run - Badtouched in the head

[speeding]

So. Um. Apparently I have an evil twin some kind of mental disorder?

Or really selective amnesia?

Also to the lady who threw stuff at me in the market I'm very sorry for whatever I did! I'm sure I didn't mean it/it was just a harmless prank/it was all a misunderstanding/invaders from mars did it.

Underline all that apply.

But I seriously can't remember.

What did I do?

Anyone else? If I did something crazy was it funny/did anyone take pictures/chalk it up to evil overlordliness?

Comments

[speeding]

Yeah yeah, but I'm better looking and all that shit.

Yeah.

[redrobinhood.livejournal.com]

Ruggedly handsome. Yours is a tragic case.

Docs said nothing was wrong before...how do you feel now?

[speeding]

We all have our burdens, mine is that of undeniable good looks. Yours is that of being pimp, it all evens out.

I feel fine. A little tired.

[redrobinhood.livejournal.com]

Being pimp? D'aw, nicest thing someone's ever said, bro.

Maybe you're just stressed. It's been a weird month.

[speeding]

Man you need to get some nicer friends.

Yeah. Maybe. I've had worse but... Maybe.

[redrobinhood.livejournal.com]

Probably.

Hey it's freaky don't get me wrong, but you got lots of people watching out for ya, including me. We got your back.

[speeding]

Yeah Ghost, thanks. It helps. A lot.