Years in the past, but not many…

turntechblindhead:

Rose?

[Now this keeps getting weirder. You had figured it was just someone who sounded a lot like Rose, since you are absolutely positive Rose can and doesn’t need a cane. It’s not like you hadn’t recognized her voice, it just seemed impossible for it to be her. She’s definitely got some explaining to do.]

Damn, I thought you sounded familiar, but I didn’t think it was you. Why are you walking around with a cane and talking about not being able to see?

Yes, that’s my name, David.

You return your cane to a more natural standing position, relaxing yourself further as you knew you were talking to an acquaintance and not a stranger.  It still surpirsed you, though, that he didn’t seem to be aware of your blindness.  This definitely wasn’t any Dave that you were familiar with.  You prepare a sarcastic response, because you were pretty sure everyone knew about the fact that you couldn’t see.

Because I’m interested in perfecting the art form of emulating the blind for my upcoming esoteric stage performance, perhaps?  Maybe it’s a mere slapstick routine by which I mean to deride those with visual impairment?  Or, even better, an abstruse protest against the Americans with Disabilities Act.