When I’m alone and stripped, I peer around to meet the permanent gaze of the faces on my walls. I find myself in a pretty awkward predicament, despite my current state of loneliness, but I can’t help but surrender to the accusation… that they’re really watching

 

Every song is compromised by the inevitable anime music video

        ….and everyone knows it’s true

For the past thirty seconds, my mind bore witness to a frightening sight, proposing a landslide of epiphanies. This is a new concept to me. A bunch of grown men and women, waltzing around in tribute to Johnny Mercer. So joyous is their crusade to honor and remember this individual. A plastic wrapped transvestite plagues my mind. I am subject to his tush wiggling.