Meet me on the street… claim me as a casual acquaintance… heck, know me for the last twenty-odd years and you would think I’m perfectly normal.
That takes skill, my friend.
I can fake what needs to be faked to get me through. But yesterday I was asked to fake too much.
I was asked to fake lacrosse.
Let me be clear, I do not know the sport. At all. Got nothing against it. Never met it. But, now, I’ve been tasked to report on it.
Yeah, time to yank the sane mask off and cackle like my true crazy.