Madness is -

i is standing at the gates of Heaven. St. Peter idly chatting about the music section, as he reviews my life-long list of deeds .....

oh - No, it's not St. Peter. It's the toothless gate guard (that we affectionately call "Fang") checking my ID. It's not heaven, but the gates to Whoreville (the real name of the papermill it seems).

this is madness. No, the foreman says, this is reality and i need to get my ass in gear.

Madness is not knowing where you are, what day of the week it is and how many more nights you have to work. This is the reality of Whoreville. There is no difference.
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