This is one of those ideas that comes to your head as you’re trying not to toss and turn in bed. One of those ideas that gets your brain’s gears cranking and grinding in the wee hours of the morning, when you really should be counting sheep or badgers or fairies or whatever helps you bore yourself into dreamland.
It pops into your head:
“I need to shoot my friends.”
…
With a camera. Of course. What were you thinking? I’m not a sociopath…
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