I have a headache that feels like the Big Bad Wolf knocking: “Let me come in.” They made me gulp down Sambuca a.k.a. Burn Bugsy Burn. I cannot believe I sucked in the ghastly alcohol that was smoking up the glass. Fred the Bartender had flared up the booze and mad, but I drew the vapor in. If it looks dangerous to the health, it should be dangerous to the health. I want to pull out my head and take out the little demons that are hammering within. Woke up with a sore throat too. Why did I stay in the Smoking section when I don’t smoke? I surely didn’t need vapor or smog to do the typewriter dance, even laugh for no reason. And this scene looks shamefully too familiar. So tell me, why do I never learn?
In Search of Holy Places