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Lazy, lazy day...

My opossum friend was sick with dysentery. The night before he tried to convince me he was a vampire. He went and found a gallon of pig's blood and guzzled it down. I don't know where he got it, but he found a gallon of it somewhere at 4 in the morning and in less than a half hour's time. I said stupid fool, that doesn't prove anything. He wiped his face of the blood, burped, then replied with a red vomit projectile that hit the motel room wall. He belched and fell to the floor.

I was a bit annoyed that a speck of blood had hit my newly pressed white dress shirt. That annoyance was brief when I looked at the wall, shimmering and moving with vivid red, and saw that my opossum friend had made the most spectacular rendition of The Last Supper I'd ever seen. Jesus looked so real. I was deeply moved. I complimented my friend, but he was already passed out. The tortured artist, he is.



[i'm thinkin..."Humor Me"]