1992

Do you mind if we stop by my office?

The guy was cute,rich and friendly

I sorta didn’t mind a thing.

It was cool out but he had the top down
I liked the look of the corperate offices.
He seemed to go with it
“come inside,it looks like a typical office building but you wont believe what’s inside.
Maybe you should get a job here.
I was 23
A dillatant
Trying to take acting lessons ,drawing lessons and singing lessons,mainly I went out with people like steven
And just sorta hung out
“I don’t work,I’m an artist”
yeah,yeah ,sure he said.
Come inside,they don’t usually like outsiders but sometimes
you gotta be outside to go inside
he talked like this all riddly
he was smart,he wore a suit
he said he worked for a computer imaging firm
that sometimes did work for .”you know”
maybe you can get a job here he said again.
It was sorta pissing me off.like he didn’t believe I was an actor.or could be one
He put a little badge on me
If anyone asks your Keith
I have some crank
Not much but enuf
in my locker
But I have to check something on the computer
All these sliding doors and stuff.sorta like star trek
It was impressive
"what do you do again?” I asked
Neuroscience.but I’m mainly in sales
We don’t really sell this stuff though
As far as anyone is concerned it doesn’t exist
it’s 1992 for everyone else but us here
This stuff is like 2001
It was Saturday
Not many people were in.
The place was huge.

“fmri software.”

On the moniters were those like rainbow colored things of people brains I had seen in hospitals
let’s get high”
We did lines in the bathroom
My nose hurt.like it was on fire
“dude what was in that shit?”
A job,he said

“you’re an actor,can you play dumb?”
“how dumb?”
“well I can see youre dumb enough to snort a computer chip...kidding,kidding"
Guy was getting weird,rich guys can get weird fast
i was feeling weird
not quite weird enough to think i really just snorted a computer chip but
the guy was studying my face
reading it
"nano chip"
mind if i call you Chip?

i just wanted the guy to call me a cab,
instead he poured me more to drink and talked on

"I read a lot,

I’ll be reading you for the next ten years"

"By than one way or another

So will they'He said
he ignored me,
"I used to see you around.doing drawings at that placethat bar
.can you act crazy?
yeah
"and more mportant .can you draw crazy"

what do you mean

He went to his bookcase and took out some books that said Art Brut on them
than some other books on people from the 1920's and stuff that drew feverish pictures
alot of them mentally ill or incarcerated

Can you do this?
can you also dress crazy,not care how you look? take certain medicines that might make you appear slow?
"i think I'm gonna leave"
he held onto my arm and squeezed it hard
"dude ,in a moment or two you won't be able to barely move

he took out a little container of cologne

and opened it
"

,"we gotta get you in character Chip.."
and shoved the cologne under my nose

I felt sick and suddenly to tired to move.

“draw.

Like.
Crazy”

I woke up 3 weeks later in the ICU

Diagnosed with dystonia

I woke up 3 hours ago and remember everything