Toothpaste, water, cigarette
The Dawson Creek finale aired in my parent’s living room. Popcorn seeped out of the bathroom drains as I washed myself with Dirk Nowitzski-brand soap. Walking back to my room I found my favorite sock.
Apple, banana, coffee
Nolan Ryan’s dropping balls in the dirt, allowing 15 hits in 4 innings. It was his last day on the mound, a noon game against a bad team. Wikipedia said his ego was out of control.
Water, cigarette, coffee
Four women at a party hound me incessantly. I just want to enjoy my drink but all the men at the party keep losing bets to eat McDonald’s cheeseburgers. And Commander Shepard keeps scolding me to forget Facebook and go back to Twitter. I argue that I’m not popular enough and she admits that her followers didn’t really take off until she was a Spectre.
Xyience Energy Drink, 2 cigarettes, apple
The screen was blurry. I wasn’t really watching it but I could hear the screaming voices around me, knew what was on the screen. My head was down and tears started to flow. I looked up. There was Albert Pujols, slowly crossing from 1st to second base, hands waving in front of fireworks. The scoreboard said 6-0, the Cards won.
Toasted almonds, coffee
I lay in a hospital bed, it seems I had been there for some time, and Hitler walked in. He grabbed my IV bag and said, “The nurses must be scared of you. Do you think it’s because I’m always in here?” I smiled. He said, “I’ll tell them to give you your medicine twice a day, as prescribed, no matter if I am in here or not.”
Vanilla yogurt, banana, orange, granola, almonds, coffee
The morning was scatter-brained, my hands moving quickly from activity to activity, never really getting anything done. My dreams were strange. One involved police in my bedroom, finding something incriminating with a shit-eating grin on their face. In another, I was in a club drinking something potent wearing a white tank-top with purple palm trees circling my nipples. My friends kept asking what I was wearing and defensively I said, “You’ll be wearing these next weekend. Just you watch.” And the final dream had me behind a synthesizer with a great, white beard covering Kraftwerk tunes.
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