All the World Is A Stage, Sometimes

In school I loved to act. It was a side passion to be in front of people as they watched you intently bring something to life. Anything that had to do with Shakespeare or Broadway was always something to get me exited to do. Even though I ended up in the logical world for my profession, my love for the performing arts had never died.

Street lights passed over and over, more and more slowly, as my left eye opened. The car I was in started to come to a stop and was turning left. Opening the other eye I started to sit up when I realized my jaw was in excruciating pain. Yelling out in pain my left hand went to my jaw.

“Ouch! Shit!” Bob looked back from the driver’s seat. “What the hell happened? I feel like I got nailed in the face with a sledge hammer.”

“Yeah, well, that hammer was my fist.” He laughed a bit at the thought. “I had to knock your ass out!”

I was trying to remember everything that had happened. It
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