Rambling
by JS
I used to have these action figures connected to string that you could anchor to different points in a room and the figures would zip down the string in whatever super future fantasy my young mind wanted to cook up that day.
When I was younger, I came down with the flu and had a fever so high that I started hallucinating. Needless to say, those toys never came out of the closet after that.
Thankfully, I’ve never had a fever that high since my younger, action figure toy days. Though I’m still prone to short bouts of quasi conscious high fever, at least these days I don’t imagine the toys of my youth reanimating and attacking me, Lilliputian style. Instead I just feel like I’m being run over by a truck, repeatedly.

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I remember those toys and that fever. I know you thought something was attacking you and it scared the shit out of me. I didn’t realize it was those toys.
Talk about feeling powerless as an older brother…