XIV

And now . . .

Oh, manic me!

Up and down, up and down.

The Bi-Polar Express.

 

BAM! Suddenly, I was tired of my mewling, tired of feeling powerless, and tired of being traumatized. I burst out of the cupboard and took my place at the makeup table. Ah! The healing power of creation.

POUND! POUND! POUND! went the beat onto my face.

SLAP AND SLATHER! Yes!

More goop! More glop!

Thicker! Harder! Darker! More!

Hide the terror! Hide the desperation! Hide the panic! Tonight’s goal? To erase Billy Bloom completely.

Let someone else take over for a while.

 

Here we go.