I'm convinced this is going to be some sort of horror movie scenario where I walk into the voting place and play out the exact same events as 2020.
The same people say the same things to me, and I respond with familiar words. Déjà vu intensifies as I check my calendar. It is 2024, right? No, it's 2020. Wait, 2016?
My mind races.
"Vote for Biden to save America!" Libs on the left and right shout. I begin to run.
"Do you want Trump to win?" they jeer. I stumble, but regain my footing.
"Vote blue," I hear. "Vote blue, vote blue, VOTE BLUE!" It's a chant at this point. A cult-like choir that fills the recesses of my brain. I make it to the double doors and push them open.
Biden is there.
He smiles. "None of this Malarky, Jack," he says, pressing a syringe to my neck. My consciousness begins to fade. The last thing I feel is some teenage staffer sticking an "I Voted!" sticker to my shirt as the world fades to darkness.
I'm convinced this is going to be some sort of horror movie scenario where I walk into the voting place and play out the exact same events as 2020.
The same people say the same things to me, and I respond with familiar words. Déjà vu intensifies as I check my calendar. It is 2024, right? No, it's 2020. Wait, 2016?
My mind races.
"Vote for Biden to save America!" Libs on the left and right shout. I begin to run.
"Do you want Trump to win?" they jeer. I stumble, but regain my footing.
"Vote blue," I hear. "Vote blue, vote blue, VOTE BLUE!" It's a chant at this point. A cult-like choir that fills the recesses of my brain. I make it to the double doors and push them open.
Biden is there.
He smiles. "None of this Malarky, Jack," he says, pressing a syringe to my neck. My consciousness begins to fade. The last thing I feel is some teenage staffer sticking an "I Voted!" sticker to my shirt as the world fades to darkness.