I have to admit that I got my job by lying.
Don’t ask, don’t tell.
Anyway, it worked for me.
And it would have been bad for their insurance.
So one day, the copy machine outside my office caught fire.
Suddenly, you’re feeling edgy. Lashing out at loved ones for no reason at all. It’s not anybody’s fault. It’s that old familiar enemy. Epilepsy. Again.
Why me? Why now? It’s not fair.