RE: Destroy the Big Bad
09-13-2016, 04:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-13-2016, 04:34 PM by ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆.)
The walls were colored blue here. I wouldn't find out what this burger tasted like until years later. By the time I learned, it was a point of nostalgia, and could hardly have stood to be anything but good. It was a tradition for my dad to take me out to this one burger joint after my dental appointments, despite the novacane. As I masticated, I thought more about life's little artificial pretexts. Was food, matter that we need to consume to survive, the only real thing in this world, all that mattered once you stripped away all the pretense? Possibly, but if it was so real, why could I not taste it? Why does the sky reflect off the blue walls and leave me holding a slightly-blue burger? How could it be real, if my senses could be fooled like that?
I couldn't resolve this train of thought, probably because it was stupid. I looked outside, where it was raining, hard. I laughed with my mouth full.
"Oh my God, look at that, Dad," I said, pointing and slurring my words from the novacane. There was a large man in jorts and sunglasses standing out in the rain, talking on a phone. He had to stand out in that sideways rain because he was too tall and obese to fit into the phone booth, and he had to crouch and lean in. I laughed a little more.
"That's not nice, Will," he said.
I hated the rain. I always have, and always will. That's why I'd never pick up smoking, because it would mean that I'd have to go stand out in the rain. I smiled at the thought of the fat man and bit into my burger again.
Charge: 2
I couldn't resolve this train of thought, probably because it was stupid. I looked outside, where it was raining, hard. I laughed with my mouth full.
"Oh my God, look at that, Dad," I said, pointing and slurring my words from the novacane. There was a large man in jorts and sunglasses standing out in the rain, talking on a phone. He had to stand out in that sideways rain because he was too tall and obese to fit into the phone booth, and he had to crouch and lean in. I laughed a little more.
"That's not nice, Will," he said.
I hated the rain. I always have, and always will. That's why I'd never pick up smoking, because it would mean that I'd have to go stand out in the rain. I smiled at the thought of the fat man and bit into my burger again.
Charge: 2