I was standing all alone in my basement, the light bulb swinging around my head. Well, that’s where this “story” of mine began. You see, I thought that my life was pretty mediocre. Get up in the morning, shower, eat, go to work, give out grades, teach glee, come back home, eat, kiss Teri goodnight and sleep. Every day. Twenty-four hours. Seven
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