Imagine this - you wake up one morning, and the thing that sits on your shoulders is a basketball and the thing you’re dribbling between your legs is your head. You don’t have a sister and the sister you don’t have doesn’t have a violin, and what you’re not worried about is how you’re not not going to be able to send her to a conservatory. You are a person, supposedly, who now has a basketball for a head, dribbling the thing that used to sit on your shoulders between your legs, about to leap grotesquely into the air and execute a slam dunk to the roaring applause of 20,000 hypnotized fans. Where once you were overwhelmed by poverty and despair, now you are becoming richer and freer from the demands of others by the moment. From now on, if someone wants something from you, they’ll have to get down on their knees and ask nicely. From now on, should someone dare to pelt you with an apple or a rock, it will not become lodged in your body and send you into a months long recovery. It will bounce off of you innocently, and hit the ground with barely a thud.