I wasn’t mad, I was confused. Everyone was talking, talking, talking at me, and I couldn’t understand a word they were saying, and then their voices became a blur, and soon I couldn’t even recognize their faces; they were like these blobs and they started to grow fangs and their eyes became green, and I knew I had to run away. So I packed my knapsack, got on the train, and looked up at the map and decided I wanted to live on Coney Island. I thought it would be—you know—a real island. I thought I could hide there like Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, but imagine my surprise! The teacups were the only ride they would let me on by myself. So I got on it, and I started spinning around and ‘round and ‘round, but I feel like I am still there, spinning ‘round and ‘round and ‘round… and the ride won’t stop… You were right, Ray, I am scared. But you’re scared too.
