I woke up but didn’t open my eyes yet. The dream I was having deserved more time, so I stayed in a not quite awake state to develop it more.
It started in our high school library, where we were sitting down to eat lunch, the story is still incredibly detailed in my mind but I fear I’ll lose it soon as I regain my daytime consciousness, so I’ll just tell the highlights.
Phil was wearing an elaborate eye patch, but I decided not to ask why. When I saw him wave me over, I sat down at the adjourning table, but it had been adjusted to a co.ical height so that my head was barely able to raise above it to see.
Immediately, two other boys at a booth nearby started laughing hysterically to themselves and it was clear they were the students that had arranged this prank.
Against my objections, Phil made a bit more of this than I thought nessedary and pointed the delicquanjts out to our waitress. She retired with a standard sheet of paper with incredibly small print outlying the procedure for raising official complaints and the store policies.
Phil was upset by the print size, feeling it mocked his disability, which I still didn’t ask about.
I joked at how funny it would be if we could have these two brought to justice and thrown in jail for pranks. The problem was getting worse every year as .pre and more teenagers were getting rich, so.ply by uploading memes of other people’s misery.
Never react, Phil said.thats when they get you. That’s how I lost my eye. A sharp table edge that was too high.
That’s how meme Cops was born. Protecting the innocent from the influencers and YouTube and TikTok pranksters that go to far. Quick justice because the evidence is always caught on video.
Then I opened my eyes, and wrote this blog. It’s 6:04am on a Saturday. I can go back to sleep now.