I may fall into a pit of insanity, but who wouldn’t after what I just experienced? What sane man could come out the other side and just resume what normal life they had before? I’ve seen movies where the protagonist goes through something so unfathomable that it almost seems impossible to live a normal life afterwards. How does Alice from Alice in Wonderland just leave the rabbit hole and not question every element of the world around her. How does her mind not fabricate insanity every step she takes.  I know the movie doesn’t disapprove my theory because it ends shortly after, who knows maybe she does go insane presumably after.  Anyways, there aren’t words in the oxford dictionary that could describe or portray the rollercoaster of fucked up things that my brain just registered as no dream, but real life, I must be hooked up to a machine, I don’t understand. I can’t understand, I thought I would never understand. Until five minutes ago.
A strange man had appeared at my door, if I were to recreate his image I would note one thing that made him no average man. Both of his eyes looked like a separate black holes, each vacuuming up the light around him.  His hair, his hair itself was blowing my oh so fucked up mind. I could see the individual hairs moving as if there was wind, but trust me, there is no draft in my apartment complex, it was like each strand had its own brain, kind of like an octopus. I wish it was an octopus, and then I could place a thought into my brain that isn’t absolutely insane. Why am I thinking of an octopus, god damnit I always told my parents I had ADHD but they wouldn’t hear it.  If there is one thing I can assure you of is that peeping through the eyehole in my front door would change my life forever, and I knew instantly that he had come from the place, the place… the god damn place I just escaped from. Like an army veteran, posttraumatic stress disorder didn’t spare me. Everything came flooding back like a dam being removed from a river. I began to feel nauseous, I began to question the seafood I had eaten earlier, but I remembered, oh ya that’s right, a man with the eyes of a fucking demon straight out of Satan’s soul was standing at my front door. I wish I could compare this man to Satan, but once again, Satan is the only way I can somewhat paint this fucked up picture for you guys.  I knew I couldn’t escape out of my apartment, so I had to open the door and face whatever was coming for me next.  I slowly creaked the door open; sweat enveloped my entire body as if I just come out of a swimming pool. Seeing him without a door to block my vision, he was somewhat tall, taller than me,. Ahhh yes reminds of my girlfriend and how she always complained about my height, what a bitch, I’m glad that narcissist douchebag down the street knocked her up.  However, the time to spite that bitch has long passed by me, it is now time to get slapped by he indubitable truth of what’s about to open up my asshole. The man spoke one sentence to me, a sentence that made my knees buckle, my butthole tightened, It tightened so hard I thought it might whistle. 

“My boss feels the need to congratulate you on your new position Warden”