I spent two years tweeting as a made up man stuck in an elevator and no one even asked him if he was okay. His name was Mark. When I forgot the password to Mark's account he died right there on the spot. I couldn’t get in. He was stuck inside an elevator locked inside a twitter account now. the vacant account became a real elevator. 900 people stopped following because shit got real or because Mark went quiet and died. If Mark's last word's touched your heart find me on google plus and let's swap memories about the guy I made up and the guy you weren't even rooting for because you never contacted the lobby guy to report the faulty elevator and save poor Mark's trapped ass.