Taco'bout Crazy: The Great Escape
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sat, Apr 22, 2017
A short first person narrative about a sociopath attempting to escape jail with an unlikely tool: a taco.
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I tried to write this in a gender neutral way but I'm not perfect, so please correct me if you see any mistakes.
WARNINGS!
I've never been to jail and am not educated on sociopaths so this is an inaccurate work of fiction, for comedy purposes
TRIGGERS!
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I asked a friend to give me a prompt for a free wright activity we had to do in English class.
Prompt: tacos and insanity
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So the day that I wrote this I had five (5) bowls of FrostedFlakes™ and I think I was on some sort of high?? I have no other explanation.
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