Voice Over: Geoffrey

Fucking... fuck.  Head hurts... whatever got me, I never saw it coming. Feels like that time I took ayahuasca during the solstice.  Only with less dancing and more kidnapping.  Kidnapped... does that even apply here?  Look at these poor souls. Not a single kid amongst us.   The rest of it fits though.  Hands cuffed, stuffed into some horrible windowless van, the smell of fear and sweat thick in the air.  If this is someone's idea of a prank I am r-e-a-d-y READY for it to end!   Thank goodness Daniel got out of the coffee shop before he could get mixed up in this.   My poor Danny boy will probably wander back there and start thinking my ADHD kicked in.   "Oh, Geoffrey saw some dog across the campus mall and had to go give it some love".  Such a sweet, clueless goof.  Every time I see something weird he blames it on my overactive imagination, always quick to write off anything that doesn't line up nice and proper like his numbers.  Like my tattoos... he can't see it whenever they move and twist, like swirling figures of smoke dancing to unseen firelight...

Speaking of which, they feel weird... numb.   Fuzzy, like the ink is running together, blurring the lines... 

What is happening?