"If the doctor told me I only had six minutes left to live, I'd type a little faster."
Isaac Asimov
10/30/10
Addiction
The Sobe addiction must be getting worse. Last night I dreamed I was in my own version of the Alamo, but with two armies coming at us. [Cue the Lord of the Rings-like soundtrack.] And I had one Sobe left in the fridge. I reached in. [Cue the plainative flute, the heartbreaking strings.] I closed my hands around it. I savored that first, sweet swallow. The one that may be my last.
1 comment:
You're so weird. But you really know how to write about it! This is probably the first of a series of visions, all because...you touched it! :-)
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