Why
      Creative
      Writing
      212
      Is
      Corrupting
      Me
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Hooray!
     
    

    
     
      I
      finally
      have
      the
      t-shirt
      I've
      been
      waiting
      for.
     
     
      It
      is
      so
      funny,
     
    

    
     
      I
      have
      to
      show
      my
      friends.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      There
      they
      all
      are.
     
    

    
     
      "Hey
      guys,
      check
      out
      my
      new
      t-shirt!
     
    

    
     
      Hah,
      Hah?"
     
    

    
     
      They
      all
      look
      at
      me
      with
      puzzled
      expressions.
     
     
      Why
      aren't
      they
      laughing?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      pull
      the
      bottom
      of
      the
      t-shirt
      away
      from
      my
      body
      and
      look
      down.
     
     
      Wait
      a
      minute,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      That's
      not
      right,
     
     
      It's
      just
      a
      big
      blur.
     
     
      Blurred
      out.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Strange.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      raise
      my
      hand
      to
      my
      face
      and
      give
      myself
      the
      finger.
     
     
      My
      hand
      is
      blurred
      too.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      look
      down
      again,
     
    

    
     
      I'm
      not
      wearing
      any
      pants
     
    

    
     
      Or
      underwear.
     
    

    
     
      Luckily
      he
      is
      blurred
      out
      too.
     
    

    
     
      The
      blur
      is
      spreading
      up
      my
      arms
      and
      down
      my
      legs.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "Oh
      Sh—."
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      look
      in
      a
      mirror.
     
     
      The
      blur
      has
      covered
      my
      mouth
      and
      is
      creeping
      up
      my
      face.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ‘Uh
      oh’
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Gary
      Vincent
     
    
   
   
    
     
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