Our group of friends had fallen into something of a rut. We would still gather every Friday night to hang out, but…we didn’t really do all that much. It was getting monotonous.
And then, one Friday, something happened. Tim just broke down, started staring off into space. The rest of us knew right away what had happened. He got hit with Blank Slate Syndrome. For a few hours, he would be completely moldable, mentally and physically.
We knew it would be the right thing to do to rebuild him. Put him back to how he was. But…
Well, Tammy is making our Friday nights much more interesting now.