Last week I was invited by some bad-ass Mormons to do an IGNITE speech in Utah about “whatever it is I’m passionate about”. I did it, in spite of the fact that I was terrified and was on a brand new anxiety drug that made it feel like the whole world was in slow motion. And it was fine, except for the fact that half of the people in the audience were murdered during my speech:
I apologize to those people.
PS. You can’t actually see the mayhem caused by the zombie apocalypse in the video but I can say it surpassed my wildest expectations, and I will never forget the sight of a quiet grandmother running after screaming strangers, as a demure girl in a dress stood on her chair to violently simulate firing a grenade launcher. These are the moments you cherish, people.
