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At age 42 and starting a new career—I’m

  • At age 42 and starting a new career—I’m not-so-subtly being reminded that I’m not “entry level” age.
  • It seems that most chimney sweeps start as children and they thought I'd never master a Dick Van Dyke Cockney accent. I had to put that dream aside and find my
  • broom real fast. As soon as I turned 15 my dad started billing me for rent. I went to work on the corner house, sweeping the chimney. I fell off the roof twelve times which made
  • it difficult to play badminton with the Strouse's, our equally-rich neighbors. Even though I'd broken nearly every bone in my body from repeated falls from the roof, I continued
  • to turn out every afternoon for the match. I think Mr Strouse considered that I was basing my play on Monica Seles as a loud yell accompanyed every shot. I decided to inject
  • my arm with the last bit of heroin. I had to score more but no one at this game was going to have any, that much I knew. I walked out of the gym and onto the dark streets of
  • Vein Street. A group of heroines made their way to the Bloods. "I'm gonna score either way," I thought. Wonder Woman said, "We're metaphorically fighting for your life. Go sit by
  • the pituitary gland and watch us take out Blood corpuscle ships the Trypanosomes have commandeered. Power girl, Wonderwoman & Catwoman staked out the hypothalamus. My Avatar's view
  • was distracted because I was busy watching Ponies while the three superheroines fought their way through the patient's circulatory system. Hahah, Pinkie, you so crazy. I checked
  • and there IS no second appendix! There's just the one! And so everyone made it out alive, except for the patient. Holy moly, was that ever messy.

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