one great day

I heard lifeless singing and waited to see if it was a birthday song or a death song. We did both at Cracker Barrel, sometimes even mistaking the tunes because it was impossible to distinguish happiness or sadness there. Celebration and mourning resided together in water leaking from the undercooked eggs and saliva dripping from the slackened mouths of ketamine fueled employees. Mistaking the two songs happened often and when it did we were deprived of our day-old biscuit allotment and a year of wages transformed into a lifetime ten percent off coupon for the affected party. They’d leave happy regardless of the outcome, either celebrating the modest discount or the slaughter of a sickly fa...View all