Posted Thu Nov 26, 2015 | 69 Words | Tagged story

The programming track is playing right into his ears. The cap is down, slowing down his mind. All he can see is the spiral on the cap.

It feels good to be wearing those clothes. It feels good to be cocky. It feels good to join the crew of mates.

Now release those bad feelings, all of that old self, the depressive nerdy self. You’re one of us now.