An ancient curse. An unwilling heroine. A mysterious stranger with a dark past...
Floyd stared at the paper in disgust. Seconds later, that same paper, now crumpled into a little ball, was thrown into the fireplace.
Downing another shot of inspiration, he stared at yet another blank page.
A near death experience causes a middle-aged account executive to grapple with the need to provide for his family. Law-abiding citizen turns bank robber.
Another paper ball flew towards the fire.
“Have I lost my genius?”, Floyd asked himself.
“Nope. Just wasted.”, said his genius.
They both passed out, drunk.
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