Saturday, August 20

Fuzzy Blue Lights

If I had no life, I'd have heroin.


    I woke up with a throbbing head.
    As I turned in my bed to face the other side, a jolt of cringing pain shot through the insides of my skull and I froze, eyes closed and teeth clenched. I felt the pain slowly rising and then, subsiding and rising again as I held my breath and tried not to move. I didn't know how long I stayed that way but when I finally opened my eyes, the pain had gone and I hadn't even realized. I glanced at the bed-side clock.
    3:06 a.m.
    Great, I thought.
    As I tried to tune in to my thoughts, my cell-phone beeped.
    "You have a new text message," said the robot lady. I called her robot lady.
    "Yes, that's exactly what I need," I said, throwing my arms up in the air. "Something new."
    I paused at that. To be honest, I didn't know what I needed. It wasn't like I hadn't tried to figure out. Actually it was a question I asked myself everyday and although, I was quite sure the answers lay ahead of me, I just couldn't keep up. Maybe I was too self-absorbed. But I didn't know how to undo that.
    I kicked off the covers, grabbed my pack of smokes and lit myself a cigarette...