Lush, Bizarre Musings, and Brain Spillage

Damn, you are diligent about transportation safety ... I’ve gotta take some

tips from you !  I just retain this stuff because my mother raised me with

the belief that death was just around the corner in the form of an accident,

a germ, a pervert ... everywhere you looked in my childhood the grim reaper

was flapping his leathery wings.  Actually, the hoof-and-mouth drama in

Britain offered bittersweet nostalgia for me and my siblings ...  sweet

because it brought back remembrances of Mom warning us that we’d get it if

our lips touched the spout on a water fountain ... bitter because I

discovered her abject lie that humans can’t get it !  First Santa Claus,

then hoof-and-mouth ... where does the deception end ?

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.08.30.02:34:44 @ 296 NYC