For a while, everything was better after my year of playing dead.
People’s attitudes to me changed – mostly in a good way.
I didn’t fake my own death, exactly, I just disappeared without a word.
And then I came back.
Even though I wouldn’t have been legally declared dead for seven years – so had plenty of wiggle room – a year seemed about right.
It was on a Wednesday I decided to come home – or reappear, depending on your point of view.
By the weekend, people began to get used to having me back around, the old attitudes rising to the surface, at which times I’d just play dead again.
vss #84
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