The events of the past two months have thrown Billy into a tail-spin. Just a bomb drop of thoughts descending to earth like a blanket bombing in those Viet Nam documentaries on the History Channel. It's like his brain has hit a shit storm of bad weather and those anti-lock brakes aren't kicking in, his brain spinning left, right, straight and right off into that big Twilight Zone swamp of mud and fiddleheads just off to the side of reality. He can almost hear the Rod Serling voiceover!
Billy thinks he's losing it. A pirate has boarded his brain and he's in panic mode. He's gotta talk to somebody. His wife? Well she's along for the ride too and getting stuck in the fiddlehead swamp too. Talking irrationally to each other will make it worse, Billy thinks.
"Listen, Margaret I know you want things to be different but that ain't happening", Billy says.
"Yeah, you don't get it do you? Things are shit. I'm living in hell and I just want to die." Margaret says.
"I do get it", he responds.
"Do you? You know the pain and suffering I'm going through? How can you sit there not doing anything and say you know what I'm going through?", Margaret starts getting louder. Angrily says, "you don't tell me what I'm going through you've no idea".
Billy thought there's just no way to make sense here. They're both spinning out of control. Trying to get control makes it worse. Why can't he accept it? But his brain seizes up again. He's stuck in a death spiral. The anti-lock brakes fail to self-correct. And so it goes. Two people who in normal times are the best of friends. A nice comfy quiet ride with some rough patches but those anti-lock brakes fire up automatically and it's a pleasant drive again. But now this ain't normal times, Billy thinks. It's the perfect storm of disasters, the pirates have invaded his brain, it's out of control. His brain is firing in overdrive and it ain't stopping. The storm is raging, more to come. We're headed for the damn swamp!
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