Once upon a time Marshall who was bipolar received a good chunk of money, so he happily went about buying every pole he could get his hands on. Even those that were reluctant to sell them their poles at first, did because he was great at talking people into things. So, all day he bought and collected traffic light poles, telephone poles, poles that were part of construction sites. If he found them, he bought them. He then went about putting these poles together one by one until there were no more. Once finished, he had a pole so large and so long he was able to vault himself to the sky. He took a deep breath, bent his pole and proceeded to vault himself way up into the sky to Mount Olympus where his gods and goddesses lived. There was Dionysus, god of wine, There was Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty. There was Athena goddess of wisdom who advised him
to be mindful of the fact the pole that he vaulted with will only last for a while. But Marshall was content to stay on Mount Olympus and join his friends in their festivities. Zues was throwing lightning bolts through loops made of thunder. He always had to make a show of being the most impressive one of all. So much time passed as he laughed and played with his friends. Unfortunately for him, the time did come when his homemade pole was diminishing in length. "That's ok," he told himself. "I will just stay here forever. There's no need to come down." At some point, he could feel himself slipping away from Mount Olympus. "Where are you going?" Marshall heard one of them ask. He seemed to be losing his playground. The heaven he vaulted to was slipping from his grasp. "Hold onto the pole!" he heard someone say, probably Athena. He fell for a while before he grabbed the pole for dear life, only it kept diminishing in size and was literally letting him down. He was so
disappointed, but he knew he'd better hold onto the pole or else he would crash a lot harder without it. Slowly, he was going down through brilliant stars against a black canvas of universe, until he started falling to earth, the pole continuing to diminish in length. His manic ride was coming to an end. He came down through thick, dense fog and finally heard and felt a smack against his ass. He was disoriented at first. There was the sound of chaos. Horns were honking and cars were in a gridlock. He wondered what happened to all the traffic lights, but then a feeling of dread consumed him because he had a vague recollection of buying every last one. Now there were none left. Buildings were half collapsed, which would be funny if he were watching a comedy cartoon. What a mess. Poles could be reconstructed and recreated, but it wouldn't happen overnight. A massive lump of dread consumed him. "NOooooooo!" he yelled. Now he was in a state of depression.
to be mindful of the fact the pole that he vaulted with will only last for a while. But Marshall was content to stay on Mount Olympus and join his friends in their festivities. Zues was throwing lightning bolts through loops made of thunder. He always had to make a show of being the most impressive one of all. So much time passed as he laughed and played with his friends. Unfortunately for him, the time did come when his homemade pole was diminishing in length. "That's ok," he told himself. "I will just stay here forever. There's no need to come down." At some point, he could feel himself slipping away from Mount Olympus. "Where are you going?" Marshall heard one of them ask. He seemed to be losing his playground. The heaven he vaulted to was slipping from his grasp. "Hold onto the pole!" he heard someone say, probably Athena. He fell for a while before he grabbed the pole for dear life, only it kept diminishing in size and was literally letting him down. He was so
disappointed, but he knew he'd better hold onto the pole or else he would crash a lot harder without it. Slowly, he was going down through brilliant stars against a black canvas of universe, until he started falling to earth, the pole continuing to diminish in length. His manic ride was coming to an end. He came down through thick, dense fog and finally heard and felt a smack against his ass. He was disoriented at first. There was the sound of chaos. Horns were honking and cars were in a gridlock. He wondered what happened to all the traffic lights, but then a feeling of dread consumed him because he had a vague recollection of buying every last one. Now there were none left. Buildings were half collapsed, which would be funny if he were watching a comedy cartoon. What a mess. Poles could be reconstructed and recreated, but it wouldn't happen overnight. A massive lump of dread consumed him. "NOooooooo!" he yelled. Now he was in a state of depression.
