Hands Up

When you are trapped to the point of explosion, a fly is flying back and forth, spinning and jumping over your head, harassing you like crazy. You grit your teeth and want to jump up. You pick up the sole of your shoe and beat it to death on the wall, unable to buckle it off. But when you wake up, it disappears. You can only write letters and talk to Jesus. The world is such an absurd first half, and a futile second half. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.