I pretend I'm a robot because robots don't feel emotions. It blunts the pain of losing my wife and daughter in a car accident 4 years ago. Sometimes I fall asleep in my robot costume and I wake up in a hot sweat and forget that I have the costume on and I think I've been buried alive as if I was in the car with my wife and sweet daughter and we'd all been buried and for a moment I wonder if they're still alive and I think about driving to their grave and digging into the ground with my bare hands as I cry out their names and I'm both horrified and elated that there might be some small chance I'll see them again and be able to tell them how much I love them but then the feeling fades and I'm just a drunk in a robot costume sleeping on the kitchen floor and I've pissed myself.












