WORDPRESS A WORKING MADNESS VEST IN, BANANA REPUBLIC, YELLOW We Were Gods By Jacob Malewitz Act 1: Out on a Trip, A Brother’s Los (t) (s), Working on a Job Ch.1 They could see me. I mean some of them could. You see the world plays in extremes. This is just a story of that world, one where a small roman god took power, built madness, all in the hopes of finding something. The doctor isn’t listening. Quentin T; I can sense that. I once heard a voice. I was once a man. I passed through a doorway. “You’re the one.” But it was in a different language, yet I understood. Quentin T. is a different man, perhaps with his voices he’s insane. He speaks regular talk, the kind that that has meaning. I am Janus, keeper of the gate. This story will chronicle Quentin T., a hero who fought the devil throughout his life, laughing at angels and demons on a regular basis. His is a mad story for me to write about. But I must write it. For in writing you embolden the ...