Spotted his furry hand first.
He was holding a business card.
Monster man claimed to be in real estate and sold me a brochure concerning the powerlessness of the individual on outpost earth.
I hadn’t considered my own uselessness before, and was naturally intrigued by new, radical ideas.
Man, those words really flipped my wig.
But it was really an elongated slogan of a commercial aired by a network owned by a company that is selling the 1980’s for half price.
Of course that master plan was all in fine print.
Had I known that at the time… gosh! But salesmen can be persuasive.
We thought these phones and cars and sounds equaled something greater than an empty destiny prophesized by a cardboard cutout outlining false promises about immortality.
Turns out the sales vampires had nothing substantial to offer, but, fully invested in a broken game and unwilling to philosophize about the grand implications of this dastardly scheme, we either slumped toward numbness or begged for apathy.
I thought I woke up, but really I fell asleep, into this deep dark nightmare where friends became enemies and money mattered more than conscience.