Gonna lace his shit with espresso

Im a millennial who owns a house because of runs like that

So in a broader sense kinda yah

They literally said "if you can continue standing we'll keep paying you"

And I, 24 years old, strong and fit as fuck, said "bet"

By the end of the gig I was hallucinating seeing things and getting auditory glitches and I was lapsing consciousness. Disassociating.

I wasn't just up that long I was climbing and working on ropes and hanging from heights

By the end I was making like 200 dollars an hour for continuing to be there

They said that they would continue to pay me as long as I could continue standing and working

36 hours wasn't just what the gig required

It was what I could physically handle without collapsing and going to the ER

Then triple time. And on some contracts quadruple time and meal penalties

I stayed on because the show was so badly behind and in a place of serious trouble

Like

The entire company will get driven out of the venue and people get life ruining lawsuits trouble

So- they simply called my bluff-

We're here to explain the difference between Musk and B.O

I am generally very tough and I was in very good shape.

It doesn't work if I try to post it out it really needs to come together via layered storytelling because it is one of the most profoundly crazy chunks of time in my entire cartoon ass life