Why did I agree to the experiment? Easy.


Not every day somebody offers me twenty thousand for a month of work.

What we call a no-brainer.

Were they honest up front? Hell no they weren’t. Look at my head. No way would I have agreed if they had been, obviously. You must think I’m an idiot.

Lawsuit? I’ve been approached, believe me. But it’s always the same.

Lawyer gets one look at the contract I signed and that’s it.

Ironclad is the word they use. That’s ironic, isn’t it?

What now? There’s a question for you.


The  question.


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