Writer's Block: Last supper
Good question. At first I thought, I'd party my ass off...but then I realized that'd just be a disappointment because I wouldn't tell my friends (they'd be all depressed and weepy) and so they'd totally be lame asses and not want to do anything. So I'd spend all my time trying to get them to go out and then it'd be the next day and I'd be dead.
So then I realized, I'd go to the person I love and simply reveal my feelings in complete starkness no holds nothing. Just lay it all out. And I wouldn't care how they took it. If they just said...oh...yeah, ok-and then shut their door, I'd write a bad check for a plane ticket to like some cool place like Hawaii and just lie on the beach watching the sun come up and then right before I died, I'd call my immediate family and tell them I loved them and that I was sorry to leave so soon.
My last meal---caramel apples and pickled mangoes---food of the gods. Mmmmmmmmmmm.
So then I realized, I'd go to the person I love and simply reveal my feelings in complete starkness no holds nothing. Just lay it all out. And I wouldn't care how they took it. If they just said...oh...yeah, ok-and then shut their door, I'd write a bad check for a plane ticket to like some cool place like Hawaii and just lie on the beach watching the sun come up and then right before I died, I'd call my immediate family and tell them I loved them and that I was sorry to leave so soon.
My last meal---caramel apples and pickled mangoes---food of the gods. Mmmmmmmmmmm.