It was a dumb idea, but one of those dumb ideas that accidentally turns out to be brilliantโwhich, Iโve come to realize, is much worse than being dumb. My nameโs Antsy Bonanoโbut you probably already know thatโand unless you got, like, memory issues, youโll remember the kid named the Schwa, who I told you about last time. Well, now thereโs this other kid, and his story is a whole lot stranger. It all started when Gunnar รmlaut and I were watching three airborne bozos struggle with a runaway parade balloon. Thatโs when Gunnar tells me heโs only got six months to live. Maybe it was because he said he was living on borrowed time, or maybe it was just because I wanted to do something meaningful for him, but I gave him a month of my life . . .
. . . And thatโs when things began to get seriously weird.