Today

I wake. Poisoned by a disease they call “The Common Cold”. I rub my eyes and scavenge for some underpants. I then crawl to my computer, where i find my home for the next few hours. So much time of my precious life has been slaved away to this mutant of a machine. I feel sick, weak, i feel helpless today, because of this sickness. I dont feel like doing anything, so i call to attempt to reschedule my dentist appointment. But of course it doesn’t play out in my favor. I then make my way to the shower. After practically falling asleep at the receiving end of the skin warming water, its time to arise, and continue to my doom. I then struggle to put my society scorned clothes on and make my way outside. To the hell like temperatures of Palm Desert. To my discrepant car with no such luxury as air conditioning. Like Mongoloids to humans, is my car to the worlds. Like playing the lottery, i turn the key to see if i will hear the sound of an engine. I do, so i begin my journey to the poor and povertized city of Indio, where my dentist dwells. A sweat bath and first degree burns later, i arrive at my destination. Exiting my crippled car, and making my way to the door, i stumble across three teenagers, Standing outside and smoking. Poor innocent souls loosing days at a time off there life with each puff. Traveling through their smoke to the door, just the second hand of the gases cause my lungs to gasp and thirst for air. Coughing and foggy i make my way into the office. The waiting room is something of a Mexican day care. And waiting in this room for any amount of time will be pure torment. Waiting and waiting, nothing is really stopping me from ripping my own hair out at the roots. Like music to my ears, my name is called. I make my way to intimidating chair, where the Dentist can have his way with me, with any sharp, painful tools of his choosing. I am a puppet and he is my master, only he determines what will become of me. So helpless, i have the same feeling as of an infant. Pretending he knows what hes doing, pretending he went to school for years to do this, the Doctor looks about my mouth for a few minutes and sends me on my way. Of course the Doctor can’t let me leave without having the last laugh “see you next month son”. I then leave the office, and continue my journey back to my bed, which will be my new habitat for the next thirty plus hours.

-Justin Adams

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