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A nail in my head?
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I remember it like it was yesterday.

John, a 20-year-old college student continued in his slow southern good ol' boy drawl, "I mean maybe it was the day before yesterday, and I am not so sure I can even remember all the details. Who knew that a nail gun could fire through so much wood? It was just a trick we were taping for the internets... We found the nail in the shed next to an old busted up piano. It just looked all clean and shiny. We loaded it in the pellet gun. Bobby pumped it about 200 times, I held up a piece of wood

John looks at the man in front of him with a serious look and then fades to a lost expression of confusion as if the moment of thought had drained away. "Hey, what is your name again?"

I just told you, I am Leon Abrams and I work for the Herald Times. I think that nail is affecting your short-term memory a little as well as that thing they say you can do now."

Leon standing beside the bed releases one of the restraints holding John's arm. "Now I have heard some interesting stories about you Do you think to can tap that nail in your forehead one time for me?"

John crosses his eyes and stares at the metal nail protruding about 2 inches out of his forehead, like a tiny shining unicorn horn. He reaches up and touches it one time. It starts to hum with a high pitch ting and then vibrates louder. In a second, the vibrations are causing the room to shake, the glass of water on the table cracks and then shatters. The sound continues to build until with a deafening thunder of a sonic boom explodes through the room. The blast knocks Leon to the floor The door slams shut to the hallway, the windows, already blown out from three other identical events, shudder in their frames and car alarms can be heard going off from the parking lot.

Slowly, getting back to his feet, shocked and amazed he looks at John, "Ok, could you please NOT touch the nail again?" The hospital made me wear earplugs and the sound suppressors and sign a waiver just to see you. I thought it was a bunch of crap but I guess you are for real. They moved you to this unused part of the hospital to keep you and other people safe. Apparently, you might have had something to do with damaging medical equipment and possibly inducing five pregnant mothers to give birth early. Do you know why it is happening?

Why what is happening? Hey, who are you again?

Jason looks up again... "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" He begins to reach for the nail again.

"WAIT!" Leon grabs John's arm. "John? Do you remember why you are here?

I remember it like it was yesterday. I mean maybe it was the day before yesterday

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