[Robert]

Robert approaches the Pub, desperate for a drink, as he recalls the horrors of the previous 2 months. Robert recalled how it was fun in the beginning. There was the challenge of a deadline to meet, but there was plenty of time. But Robert remembered how wrong he was. Very soon into the project that simple-minded fun turned to overwhelming anxiety and anxiety to desperation and desperation to abject horror as the deadline approached with no solution in sight for so many problems. His memory was blurry now as he recalled how days became weeks and daytime merged into nighttime. Those countless nights, driving home after midnight while listening to Art Bell, could just about drive a man insane. And with that Robert wondered... How close had he come? How close had he come to that line that divides sanity from insanity, real from unreal, truth from paranoia? Had he stepped over that line? He thought he appeared normal on the outside, but what about the inside? And what's the difference anyway, but reflecting on that last thought Robert wondered if that was the thought of a well man.

But tonight Robert had planned to leave all these thoughts behind him and enjoy many bottles of beer. He was looking forward to singing drunken beer-drinking songs, dancing with waitresses, telling dirty jokes, and letting loose. All his problems were in the past this night. This night will be a turning point, Robert thought. "It's time to Celebrate", Robert said out load as he came to the Pubs doors.

Robert shoved the Pub doors open with a loud bang, walked straight to the long bar, looked the Bartender in the eye, and .... and .... and Screamed like a Girl !!! OH My God!! Robert was looking at Robert. How could this Be!