Dizziness/Til the Fat Lady Damn Sings
It was like a mad scientist made it--me, staring through my left eye and an eyepatch covering the black space where the right eye was to be placed in eventually.
“I can’t see--I mean, I can see, but this is really weird...I look like a pirate, and it’s burning--oh, now it stopped...”
My spirit was back, seemingly as tied as the habit upon my soiled soul and body. I felt dizzy, like I had several Bloody Maries and got in a fistfight, peeing my pants repeatedly in the process of dodging the mighty fists of someone way bigger.
“Oh, I’m...wet. Why am I wet? My bladder is not that full. What happened last night? I mean, one minute I’m just...forget it. This is turning into one giant horror movie and I don’t think I want to be a part of it anymore...it’s freaky.”
My new heart was pounding--most likely to pony up blood to a terribly freaked out brain. Didn’t this all start from Truth or Dare? I, for one, would have just opted for a friendly card game or something like checkers, but no...I roped myself into this.
And I had to play until the fat lady sang, those were the rules.
I looked out the window then and saw him...the kitty again, meandering about town busily, then he vanished to my slight, muted chagrin. “Shit. Piss and shit...piss and shit!”
It wasn’t the kitty’s fault, nor was it anyone else’s...why was I complaining? I really should just forfeit and let her win.
Then again, weren’t humans stubborn bastards? Our whole constitution was based off of a mixture of blaming people for shit and NOT giving up, even after everyone else went home.
Forfeit my ass. DID WASHINGTON FORFEIT MAKING THE CONSTITUTION? DID AMERICA GIVE UP DUMPING TEA?! DID THE BEATLES GIVE UP AFTER THEIR FIRST RECORD?! NO!
“Hahahaha…forfeit, YEAH, RIGHT. YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO BURN ME.”