I said it was too early for gin Rickeys and

I said it was too early for gin Rickeys and she said it was too late for eggs Benedict. Our relationship was in different time zones.

"Stop being so British," I tell her. "Unrepress. Get in touch with yourself. "OK, I feel that you're a massive #%^*hole!" she shouts. "There you go again. Bottling it all up. It's

all bottled up inside of you. Right there. Jammed in. Tightly packed. With a cap on it. Not the kind you twist open but the kind you have to pry off with your lighter at a

bar. It wasn't the best of the times, but he tried harder and finally managed to break it open, and ended up hurting is hand, the blood was just starting to appear on his cut wrist

as he called for a band-aid. The bartender lazily walked over with some gauze and looked him in the eye. He clutched his wrist, the blood blossoming even more and she handed him

A bloody flower placed in a glass of milk.

A daisy, symbolizing innocence, coated in - I tasted - iguana blood - cold blood. In a glass of - I touched - warm milk. Tasted - sow's milk. The room spun around me as I realized

I'd been poisoned! Dizzy, I fell...at least I think so. The sound of rushing air filled my ears & I couldn't see a damn thing. Something wet & sticky clung to my cheek. A leech?

No. It was the grasp of DEATH. Death didn't look like the grim reaper as we all might expect, but like a squid! That's not death, that's just a squid. I-I'm in the water? I'm dizzy