228 - Gender Bender
(Here's how this one works: If you are male, write as if you are a female hairdresser who works from the basement of her home in New Jersey.) The emergency room is cleaner than I expected it to be. Still not sure how I got here or what happened to Harold but I'm sure it wasn't my fault. I was cutting his hair, (and by hair I mean his 5 strands of comb-over that could barely pass for an eyebrow if combined,) and he was talking about some such thing the government is doing wrong now. I was thinking about how nice it would be if Harold were elsewhere and I could just relax and read one of my stories. (The one I'm reading now is a really good one involving a mercenary stalking through the jungle killing his enemies one by one with just a pocket-knife; I just love a man who can kill a person 17 different ways.) Anyway, I was daydreaming about Brick, (that's the hero with the pocket-knife,) when Harold snapped me out of it when he started screaming. Apparently, I had...