Thursday, October 15, 2009
the palace at 4 am
the bastard takes drugs at night.
no not those kind of drugs.
i'm allergic to the cat so i have to pack myself full of benedryl so i don't wake my ladyfriend
and the baby
and the cat
and perhaps the people who live downstairs.
anyway, i went to bed at one.
woke up an hour or so later and had to go to the bathroom
fell asleep and woke up in a dark room.
bewildered because i was sitting in the dark and disoriented from the benedryl, the bastard walked into a wall.
i was very concerned as i reached around me only touching flat surfaces, i envisioned that i had died
and had gone to hell.
and marcel marceau was the devil
and that hell is a small black box that you get to stay in for all eternity.
with a toilet.
i didn't have my knife, or my iphone.
i was horrified and reaching around in the dark until i wacked my hand into the towel rod.
and i realized that i wasn't dead.
relieved, i found the door,
went back to sleep.
as the bastard drifted back into a benedryl induced slumber, somewhere in the distance, i could hear a mime crying.