Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Barely Keeping It Together

Why are you the way you are?

I have no idea what you might mean.

It’s 3:16 am, and you’re paging through scans of 70’s rock magazines and listening to KISS.

If it makes you feel better, I am ashamed of myself.

It doesn’t. Why aren’t you writing a Little Aleppo story?

Because they take a couple days to write, and I don’t want to start one because I’m most likely going to die on the table Wednesday morning.

It’s an endoscopy.

I’LL SEE YOU SOON, DAD!

Stop that.

Death is certain.

Eventually, sure. Not Wednesday.

You promise?

I really do.

Still not starting anything. That’s bad luck.

I actually agree with that.

I thought you said I wasn’t going to die.

One out of 100,000 die under general anesthesia, and they’re usually old and sick. Far more dangerous to drive to the hospital.

But?

Never set God up for a joke.

This was my point the entire time.

1 Comment

  1. The best part of the endoscopy is that you get a few seconds of the best legal high going, and it feels NICE. I always fight the countdown to make it last. Oh yeah . . . There it is . . .

    Also: “Cold Gin” is the best KISS song EVAR.

    Also: Good luck at the doctor. Plep.

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