I truly don't remember why I searched or found Andy Kaufman. I've wracked my brain and there isn't any reason other than he appeared in my brain and I searched. I didn't know how to react when I found him. So I became him.
A little background: if neurodivergence were neurodivergent, then they'd still think me weird. I've been an absorber all my life and always will be. Whoever is next to me is who I become. Sometimes folks eventually think it's duplicitous but it's not. It's really the only existence I've ever known.
There will be large sections of this that are boring. Just remember that Moby Dick wasn't a book about a man harnessing his demons, it was a clandestine whaling manual when such information was no longer allowed.
He handed me the change and for a second, our fingers touched. Static shock. Not the rug kind. The universe-tearing kind.