Monday, September 03, 2007

A setting sun

Sunset - I sat on the rocks beating off to a spectre. Some time passes, darkness descends, climax follows. I clean up and head for home. I felt relaxed, refreshed, invigorated and all that feel-good crap. Some sage advice from a long lost friend: Walking soothes the mind, but irritates bunions. I passed the posh condos along Cook Street and approached my right turn along Fort. Then, she ran me over.

I opened my eyes. I saw the doctors – still in the middle of the procedure. I saw blood. I saw their utensils. I saw my spleen lying in a sterile pan. But, one look at the doctor’s belligerent butcher eyes put me under again.

I awoke, this time to flowers and balloons and the cute eyes of my would-be murderer.