I want everyone to take a deep, deep inhalation.

Hold it for 120 seconds and then exhale.

Feel the stress of the week, leave your body.

Feel all the numbers with their wisdoms and messages.

Feel those numbers coursing through your blood, your veins, your circulatory system.

As your head feels lighter and lighter like a helium balloon, the little red balloon,

a silent French movie that was shown to children in public libraries across the country in the 1970s, even though when you think back on it, it was kind of a horror movie.

About a zombie balloon chasing a little French boy, pestering him, shadowing him, haunting him.

It was remade years later as the prestige horror drama called It Follows, but this time with people instead of balloons.

My name, as always, this kid might is the original Wave Rider.

And I'm happy to see John on my computer laptop screen.

Hey, David.

Hi.

My stomach is growling.

Can you hear it?

No, but there's a jackhammer outside my apartment.

So, hopefully they'll both sounds will cancel each other out.

Have you not eaten today, John?

I eat an orange and a banana.

An orange and a banana.

Who are you?

Tropicana gym?

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