The thing about Macy is, underneath her tough-barbs-and-sarcasm attitude, she’s actually rather insecure. okay, very insecure. before she joined our little group, her artistic aspirations were deader than disco; and her life as a whole was running on empty. Sure, we’ve managed to make her outlook a lot brighter (especially me, her oh-so-significant other) – but she’s still chock-full of tasty, tasty neuroses. And back in 1999, she was more fragile than most:
Yehhhh…. Let’s just say Macy was sorta prone to flipping out at the drop of the hat in those days, usually over the trendiest anxiety-of-the-week (you should’ve seen her during the Colossal Corn Crisis of ‘01!). And, of course, Gene wasn’t exactly helping matters….
What do I love most about Macy? Her art, of course! Hand her a pile of junk and some tools, and she can create a thing of true beauty in no time flat…. and then sell it for a tidy profit soon after, too! But when artisitc talent and paranoia combine in her brain, the results can be…. interesting….
Yup, I knew all about good conspiracy theories, and Y2K was anything but – it was hokum, through and through! Well, apart from those rolling blackouts in Melvinville…. and the weird lights in the sky…. and those microwaves that lead that protest march for equality– anyway! Macy had backed herself into her own little corner, so it fell to us to coax (okay, forcibly drag) her out of there! And wouldn’t you know it, Gene had a cunning plan:
TO BE CONTINUED….