Wednesday, May 1

i think i lost all my readers with my last post... however, i must go on! i promise that there will be no more poop stories. not for this BASKIN ROBBINS SUMMER, anyway.

A BASKIN ROBBBINS SUMMER (Part VII of ? Please read from Part I, below)

I was eventually able to lift my head. My eyes could not focus; with blurred vision I grabbed the toilet paper. I wiped. Apparently, enough time had passed that there was no moisture left around my anus; it was completely dry. I knocked what was there off.

Somehow, I managed to stand up. The shack spun, due to the orthostatic drop in my blood pressure. I knew enough to step forward, regardless of what the shack was doing. There would only be trouble if I stepped back behind me.

I opened the door, and stepped outside. It had become dark. I felt 50 lbs lighter. Actually, I felt as though someone had carved a huge canal within me, and took all my insides out. It was a huge hollow within. I smiled. I was alive. I felt good. I didn’t know I had a headache before, but I realized that I did have one before, and no longer had one then.

As I stepped back into the house, the aroma of daeng jang jji ggae wafted through. A funny, unfamiliar feeling surprised me. I laughed. It was hunger.

(stay tuned for the next episode! You, dear reader, are now probably the only person still following this story)


yakob at 4:06 PM

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