And so a few keystrokes later and a bottom left click on the trackpad and he’s off! Off his meds that is. Off to the races? Would ya believe off his rocker?
He wonders: In which universe is he sitting alone typing these words? Better yet, in which universe is he sitting alone on a sunny beach typing these words? Even better — which universe is he sitting on a perfectly trim sailboat with everyone he loves not typing these words because his hands are busy reeling in a terribly ornery sailfish?