Jim Beam Me Up

I walked into diner and sat next to a man that seemed to be from China. I asked him about football and the state of Peking. He looked at me sideways and said, “Pass the cream!” The man spoke of the philosophy of the prophecy that was to come. The beginning of the ending to the story of a time gone. We talked of inspiration, trepadation, tribulation, and dread. “I’ll have the lumberjack breakfast, two strips, and two eggs.”
I screamed, “Birmingham’s burning! Watts can’t get no Taco Bell! All my money is going to fight the war…on the upper eastside of hell!”
He said, “It ain’t no wonder.” I guess he knew it all the time. He said he’d stay complacent while it still ain’t a crime.
I checked into the hospital. I told the doctor that I had an awful swelling in my head. “I feel shady and slip-shod lately”, I said. He looked at me incredulously and said, “Cancer!” The doctor spoke of the treatment and the apeasement that was to come. The beginning of the ending of the symptoms that were gone. He gave me Vicodal, Seepicol, Protocol, and pills. He told me I had two weeks to live and only one to pay the bills.

Jim Beam Me Up

Chad  Bracken

Indianapolis, United States

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Further musings on the similarities of the geo-political situation and social real politik that can be found in the oddest of places.

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