Oct 03, 2006 17:32
All my problems with that place would be traced back to one name: Bloom.
Bloom was an oafish fellow. He had the astonishing capacity to be entirely unremarkable despite checking in at almost 7 feet tall. He was an interesting amalgamation of Vincent Price and a laid back, California surfer.
He was not always as I recall him now. At one time he was not a fixture, but more of a transient--coming and going with no real time table. In such small doses he was not even irritating, his presence was almost enjoyable.
One aspirin can cure a headache. Small doses of morphine are excellent anesthesia. A whole bottle of aspirin, or too much morphine and you're dead. Snap. Like that. That's how it is with Bloom. In short doses he's like any other dude. Live with the man and you're dead--like that.