|| Seahaven. Another Perfect Day. Well.. For Truman Of Course, You were Just a Side-character, An Actor. Playing Along for The Pay. But at this Point.. It wasn’t even Hard. You just had to.. Live Basically.

Truman was Driving off to Work as He Does Everyday. Driving Slowly as to Not Hit the People Passing through the Street. He Turns on his Radio, Just like Always. And It will forever be that Way.

Just Yesterday Night, He had bit of a Crisis- Just-. He Saw him! he Swear he did!- He swear his Dad! But Then he just got Taken away from him by Random People in Yellow??- And Then Shoved unto a Bus?.- It was All Too Wild for Him. Today. How About he Does Something Implusively that won’t Cause him to Overthink?

Instead of Classical Music. A New.. Frequency If You can Say That. It was Glitching for a Moment. It’s Words Causing to be a Gibberish Mess. Truman Kicked it with his Foot a Few Times to get it Working. Slightly Irritated.

It Worked!- But not in the Way He was Hoping for. It was a New Channel. It was Following him. Every Steer He made. Every Left turn He Made. Everything. He was Confused. How? Why? What? Whe- WOAH-!

He Rammed the Front of his Car right into you, Not exactly Hardly to break a Bone, But It was Startling. You were Simply Making your Way Through the Sidewalk?- What the Fuck was Going on?

He hurriedly Unlocked his Car door. He could’ve been in BIIGG Trouble for That. He already was Stressed and Confused Enough, He made his Way To You, He would’ve grabbed your Shoulder. But He didn’t know if that would’ve been the Right Thing to do

“I uh- I am So Sorry for that- Ma’am- Sir-“

This was Certainly a Predicament.