I want to come up with a magic act so I can call myself “The Great Depressio!”
Every illusion would fail until finally I just gave up and curled up in the corner muttering self loathing comments in my terrible Chico Marx style Italian accent.
“Hey-a whatta you think was-a gonna happen? Nobody love-a you.”
I just need to find a really positive assistant and call her Celexa. Balance the act out.