Rob Black, a college sophomore, has been experiencing some complications. Battling crippling paranoia and delusions due to an undiagnosed case of schizophrenia, he inadvertently projects his fears onto the presidential administration and the problems of post 9/11 legislation. Falsely sensing he is being called to action, Rob deftly sets off, vastly unprepared, to take matters into his own hands. The end result can only be described as the drastic depravity and desperation of a tragically confused mind, along with an unforeseen redemption.
Connections is a compelling look at what happens when a dangerously delusional mind takes on an endeavor far too large for its own good.
er requirements of me but the thought that my journey would be the apex of my struggles settled me somewhat.
When the tank was filled I closed the cap, set the nozzle back onto the pump and turned my back to the station, walking into the night.
As I neared the van I tossed the coffee cup into the field and focused on the blinking of the amber hazard lights sitting alone and quiet. Cars had stopped passing now but the wind still fluttered and bit at the nape of my neck. My feet whimpered with a soft ache and the tingle of the shoes rubbing listless against my ankles. I opened the gas door and cap and fumbled with the red tank until I had the nozzle situated tightly. My hands held the sweet toxic smell of gas but I thought little of it, instead rehearsing my movements for the return trip to the station to fill up the van. I could feel the quiet pull of my eyelids and the slow lethargy in my legs as I finished up with the tank and closed everything up. I wondered if sleep was a possibility but I kn