I briefly went back in time myself and ended up in someone’s apartment of some painter guy.
I hit an easel and it dropped causing a noise. He woke up and starting dabbling “you filthy thief!” and took out a knife. We fought and I cut his ear off in the fight. Then I suddenly was brought back, so I must have disappeared in front of his eyes.
I heard he went crazy afterwards with history accusing him
that he cut off his own ear,
but I’m afraid to look him up now on wikipedia.
I went back to Boston in seventeen-seventy-something and threw some tea in the harbour. Someone thought I was trying to start a protest and everyone joined in. Now, what used to be part of the British empire is this weird country called the Untied States and it’s run by a megalomaniac.