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"Can't you guys see? Life is not about nachos,

  • "Can't you guys see? Life is not about nachos, but instead about what you put on the nachos you are given." This simple statement opened my eyes and changed my life forever. If I
  • wasn't hit by a taco truck immediately after, my nacho-epiphany might've made a difference. Doesn't that just pico your gallo? Anyways, now I'm enlightened. And dead. Also dead is
  • a drag, because I can no longer salsa dance. The choice of dance partners is limited here on the Other Side. I say "any takers" and I'm encircled by ghostly women wanting to
  • moonwalk or sashay. Ghostly women are the worse because they're so transparent. You know what I mean? They have no substance. It's like talking to a dead person.
  • A fog set in, colored by the festive lights outside the bar. Jeff and his date said a hasty good-night as they backed away from me. Ghost-lady texted my phone: "Play misty for me".
  • I texted ghost-lady back quickly, fingers numbing from the frigid night air that surrounded the bar exterior. Aside from typos, the text roughly read: "show me ur ghost boobs lol".
  • I quickly got a picture back from ghost-lady. I opened the text but the picture was of nothing. Her ghost boobs were transparent! I was gutted. I retexted: yr boobs invisible :-(
  • I quickly got a reply. "Just give it a minute." I waited, staring at the picture, and something happened.
  • The colors slowly oozed out of the frame and onto the desk. I dropped the picture as the colors swirled closer to my hand.
  • The colour out of photographic space! In my haste to get away, my hand brushed against the it. Tetrachromacy possessed me! "My God, it's full of stars," was all I could get out.

2 Comments

  1. zxvasdf Jan 01 2015 @ 07:22

    Holy Grammar Error!

  2. zxvasdf Jan 01 2015 @ 07:23

    Aside: I thought this was a fun one. I believe in enlightenment from nachos. And Taco trucks driven by men named Jose or Miguel.

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