Shalomar. Shalomar. Shalomar." The shadows

Shalomar. Shalomar. Shalomar." The shadows on the wall quivered. They had come again tonight. I can feel them. They always come on a

Tuesday, the day I am due to bleed. Shalomar (aka Shalimar) won't cover the stench, I assure you. Best to banish me above the river with the other outcasts, to chum the fish for

the hungry bankers over in the lagoon. They would understand my sorrow, my shame, my financial indiscretions. Perhaps they could recommend a good lawyer. But most likely they would

Let me declare bankruptcy first, before the rules changed. The thick fog in my head vanished and was replaced by pea soup. Which was worse, I cannot say. I needed the vitamins!

So to reiterate. I am insolvent, the fog split for peas, and pea soup on the brain may provide vitamins. I conclude that I am having a migraine with hallucinations. I need a

hot shower, a dark room, and a large bowl, just in case. This is going to take awhile. Most bouts of migraine I've experienced last hours to days. The swirly flashy shapes filled

kiss a cobra, but lust took over. Now the feeling of deadly venum took over, as it spread through my body with every beat of my heart. Laying there in bed, I knew that this was the

Best summer of my life. Now, ever. Which made this moment the target. I came to that reason with no time to spare as a bullet just missed me by nanometers. I neutralized the venom

against me but tweaked it to be especially nasty to anybody that wasn't me & released it back at the shooter while at the same time driving his nose through his brain & having fun.