One day when Ted was
a teenager he tried speaking entirely in song lyrics. It was a total
failure. First, the only lyrics Ted knew were from punk rock songs.
Punk rock just isn't as conversational as, say, opera. Second, Ted's
family thought he was skitzo and assumed this was just another
symptom.
Years later, sitting
in an empty warehouse loft, waiting for the moving truck to bring his
furniture, he remembered that day. Laughter, tears and vomiting
followed.
The truck arrived
and the rickety elevator kept working as load after load of his stuff
was scattered about the room.
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