Wednesday, May 11, 2005
The wishing in the well slowed me down. I was lowered into the brick well by a pulley system, operated by my friend Chet. I got all the way into the moist dank pit and began to wish upon wish. First I wished for solace. Then I wished for gentrification. Then I wished for ablutions. I began to wish for things I didn't really want but I couldn't stop. I cried for Chet to lift me out and it seemed as though it took forever. When I emerged, dirty and harrowed, he noticed a tumor bulging above my left eye, hanging over it slightly. It felt like a bit of muck stuck on me. This morning I when I awoke, the tumor was blinding my left eye - when I close my right eye I can only see a blurry slit of visual information. I believe this is punishment for wishing for the wrong things. Please be careful you don't do the same.