In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"Every morning, for as long as I could remember, Morty would wake me up. Those days were always the same: Morty would stick his head into my room, let out a big scream and beg me to get up and 'Do something" with him. Don't get me wrong, I counted on his wake-up calls. Not only was a spectacular adventure had but he was my guide. I was quite a bit smaller compared to Morty, so he guided me through the dark. We had been best friends for as long as I can remember. We would play games and run and jump and swim."
The Angle: Vol. 1993
, Article 32.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1993/iss1/32