Tuesday, July 28, 2009


"How many is too many?"

He thought vaguely
as he popped a blue one into his mouth
chased it with a
pink one and
sucked on them gently

savoring the bitterness.

Self-destruction had always been a casual but
passionate pastime of his and
recently he had noticed an increase in
the number of talent scouts who watched him
from across the room
at parties
and encouraged him to take his hobby
of habitual consumption
more seriously and turn

Perhaps the only thing that kept him
from heeding their advice was the
realization that most of the scouts
were more excited by his ability
to articulate drunken insults
to antagonistic crowds than they were by

his technicolor vomit.
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