The anesthesia began to wear off as I tried to focus where I was. The last thing I clearly remember is receiving an invitation to perform in a roll of a lifetime. I recall that my friends who were also invited had become zombies when I saw them at the play house. I realized then and there that we must go our separate ways. As I drove home I decided to go off the main trail based on an exquisite notion. I fail to recall what that idea was, but I can now see that I am held against my volition in a zoo. As I search my pockets, I find that my original ID has been replaced with a counterfeit. I need a miracle to save me. It must be feeding time because a man pushing a lunch cart is coming my way. Hey wait, is that not my old jogging partner?