morbid?
An hour ago, I was sitting in my truck (which now has front brakes) in the Kroger parking lot eating a chocolate doughnut, mostly because I feel like I shouldn't be eating one and in the truck it never really counts. It never really counts because my mom's not watching me. Now that she's dealing with her Irritable Bowel Syndrome (a new obsession, really) she does seem to feel less conviction to remind me that the things I stuff in my mouth will keep me from being a size 2 just like her. It was a really yummy doughnut,albeit cold and therefore not fresh, because with every bite I pictured my mom gaining an inch of fatty covering over her solid abs, the trophy of her compulsion.
So there I was, chewing my doughnut and staring out the window into the gloomy midday and I imagined something hideous and fascinating. There was a white Oldsmobile parked in front of me, which was the truth. But in my mind, I placed at the steering wheel a very realistic coked-up lady with unruly bleached-blonde hair and an unwashed leathery face. She was staring at me (or perhaps my doughnut) with similar fascination. Then, she raised her hand into sight, showing me her handgun as though she was sharing a dirty secret with me, her kindred parking lot spirit. Then she blew her brains out.
What do you think? I'm a little freaked.
So there I was, chewing my doughnut and staring out the window into the gloomy midday and I imagined something hideous and fascinating. There was a white Oldsmobile parked in front of me, which was the truth. But in my mind, I placed at the steering wheel a very realistic coked-up lady with unruly bleached-blonde hair and an unwashed leathery face. She was staring at me (or perhaps my doughnut) with similar fascination. Then, she raised her hand into sight, showing me her handgun as though she was sharing a dirty secret with me, her kindred parking lot spirit. Then she blew her brains out.
What do you think? I'm a little freaked.