Violets are blue
Flowers are colored
Other things are too” —
So this story starts last week. I’ve been participating in research studies and surveys, as my funds have less-than-mysteriously been disappearing. I found an ad which promised $100 for taste-testing an energy drink, this evening I got an e-mail giving me a time and place. I tell my brother, he gives them a call too, and we’re both in. As we’re walking to this address in the middle of Union Square, we keep talking about how funny it’d be if the whole survey was a set-up and we were to walk into a room encased in plastic with a axe-wielding German.
All I want to do is take a picture of this little Asian boy reading a book on chess strategies…but I just don’t have the heart to be seen as creepy AND racist.
Sometimes I think about my air value. Air value is the amount of money one has from unclaimed checks, day long gigs that went undocumented, waiting stints that were left on bad terms, and government taxes that no one knew existed.
Sometimes I think about how amazing it would be to taste chocolate every time I inhaled. Every other breath would be delicious and refreshing and my mouth would always be watering and waiting for a chocolate treat. Then I would slowly start to go mad, because I could never quench my irresistible chocolate urge. Days would melt into each other as every chocolate inhale became the nail in my coffin. Night-sweats would turn into day-sweats, which would turn into week sweats; soon I’d host month-long-sweat-fests. Every moment would be agony and the only logical solution would be total annihilation. All because I decided it would be a good idea to breath in chocolate.