Great, I’m turning into some sort of insect and slowly shrinking. Soon I will be nothing but a worthless annoyance to everyone. I likely will scream for help or attempt to have one of you send help, but alas, no one will hear me or believe this post. I likely will be swatted by someone I love, as I scream “No it’s me it’s Kevin I’m an insect” and then I will die. Then they will say something like “Gross, I hate bugs,” and my entire existence will cease to have any meaning.
Oh, what a tragic fate has befallen me. Woe am I. Life was but a cruel joke, now the punchline begins.
- Kevin Robbins a.k.a. k-rob (1991-2011)