To wear cloths out real fast, I usually wash them about five times before I even wear them once. Got to keep up the façade that there’s nothing new to me. If anyone gets wind that life is starting to freak me out just a little, I’ll lose all authority. The only way to keep up with the future is to maintain the position as one of the key figures making it up. The future already happened five minutes ago. Now there’s just a general feeling of nausea. It’s kind of fun really, like watching the world in a spin cycle with an unbalanced load. The thing I don’t like is that it’s starting to leave me with wrinkles.