I Wonder If I'm Even Here

There's a song by this band called Mighty Six Ninety, a reference to a radio station, where the lead singer sings "I wonder if I'm even here..."

I know I'm where I am, but I'm still not sure where "where I am" is. I heard of this haunted house once; Supposedly, this haunted house had so many levels that you had to sign a waiver to enter. I'd heard that, if you make it out of that haunted house, they pay you for how many levels you got through. WHERE'S MY PAYMENT?! I believe I've been in some version of that haunted house, without my knowledge or permission, and I'm ready to be paid.

Remember that podcast episode I released called "Shut Up And Pay Me"? REMEMBER?!?! I had this dream last night, which was definitely "implanted" somehow (probably via the dream-linking machine I told listeners to "Please don't make"), and I'm still here. I'm living in a homeless shelter; I'm grateful that this homeless shelter has privacy and I have my own private bathroom and internet access. I'm sitting here, alone, in a bedroom, in what seems like a shipping container stacked on two other shipping containers, and I got a vaccination earlier. I was paid in the form of a $20 gift card. IF YOU THINK THAT COUNTS AS PAYMENT FOR HOW MUCH I'VE BEEN THROUGH...YOU ARE GOING TO DIE. YOU ARE GOING TO BE MURDERED (probably by lethal injection or firing squad) AND I'M GOING TO HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF WATCHING IT ALL AND LAUGHING.

Kill yourselves, after reading this.