Mr. Pain
Today I met Mr. Pain. Our encounter was very brief, less than 30 seconds, but in that time, I lost all perception of my body, started to hyperventilate, broke out into a sweat that soaked through my clothes and watched my vision condense to the size of a dime.
You see, Mr. Pain can only be described as a superior, sentient force in the universe and he began a metaphysical dialogue with me wherein I was asked to reexamine my priorities in life, how I perceive myself, my identity, and my ontological place in the universe. I might even go so far as to suggest it may have been a religious experience. Now that it's all over, I may be a bit tender, but overall I feel pretty damn chipper--downright happy with a new appreciation of what it is to be alive.
Doctor: Are you okay? You look a little...
Me: Do you think we could have a little more of that analgesic before we try that again?
P.S. I can't make roller-skating tonight. I'll be home in bed cheerfully popping Vicodin.
You see, Mr. Pain can only be described as a superior, sentient force in the universe and he began a metaphysical dialogue with me wherein I was asked to reexamine my priorities in life, how I perceive myself, my identity, and my ontological place in the universe. I might even go so far as to suggest it may have been a religious experience. Now that it's all over, I may be a bit tender, but overall I feel pretty damn chipper--downright happy with a new appreciation of what it is to be alive.
Doctor: Are you okay? You look a little...
Me: Do you think we could have a little more of that analgesic before we try that again?
P.S. I can't make roller-skating tonight. I'll be home in bed cheerfully popping Vicodin.